Because I know you've missed thema gratuitous spotting of Vogue editor Anna Wintour: "Walking East towards 6th Avenue on 43rd Street this morning, I noticed a woman ahead of me with blonde streaks in her bob, a pair of big black
sunglasses in one hand and a cell phone in the other, and wondered to myself why I can now spot Anna Wintour with her back turned half way down the block, and if there wasn't something more productive the brain cells responsible for that could be doing, like soaking up alcohol and dying. Then, suddenly, nothing particularly interesting proceeded to happen. I can report only that the editor of Vogue takes very, very small steps, and as a result moves rather slowly. The sort of person you wouldn't want to be stuck behind on the stairs down to the subway when the train's arriving, not that that's likely to ever come up.

[No ed note] If, as I suspect it might not be, this is not up to Gawker standards, I will simply resubmit it to 'The dullest blog in the world' and it will be fine. If my run-ins with Ms Wintour continue to be so boring, I'll try to make up something scandalous."