Di Anne Price is in the lobby of the fabulous Madison Hotel, as she is every Wednesday night, and that, as they say, is that. As always, I really don t care what you do this week, because I don t even know you, and unless you can prove the BBC made a mistake when it reported the other day that America would most likely go to war with Iraq early this winter because if we wait it will be to hot (are we planning a cruise?), then I feel certain that I don t want to meet you. Besides, it s time for me to blow this dump and go tell poor Diana Ross how to blink away her DUI troubles.
— T.S.
