What's the buzz in London right now? Well, as musical theater scion-hot Imogen Lloyd Webber reveals in the April issue of Jane, it's a drug called cocaine. When Imogen is out trying to enjoy the music of the night, she's often pressured to try it! "I'm a single twentysomething girl who is living the unattached life but has never once tried an illegal drug ... the white stuff seems to be hard for my friends to resist these days. They used to include me in their nightclub plans, until they saw that I couldn't keep up with their demented dancing and would object to being left alone during their repeated trips to the restroom. So now they rarely text me about their after-parties that go on through dawn, as they know I will have collapsed into bed long before, not having their secret energy formula coursing through my bloodstream." Still, though, Imogen might change her mind if the man she cared about enjoyed indulging in the white stuff, right? Love changes everything! Well, maybe not.

We'd been missing our Critical Shopper lately, but we totally understood that she had important book-writing duties to tend to. So today's appearance was a pleasant surprise — a gift we weren't expecting! Apparently, the Kucz's editor said, what about Breakfast at Tiffany's? Alex said that she thought that she remembered the film, then went off on a long showoffy tangent about the Capote novella's superiority. As she recalled, though, they'd both kind of liked it, and her editor said, well, that's the one thing we've got. The result was this:

Sweet baby James played at Spitzer's inauguration on New Year's Day, boosting Spitzer's uber-boomer image. But today, Eliot Spitzer learned that loving James Taylor can be a double-edged sword. According to the Post, he blew up at Assembly Minority Leader James Tedisco on the phone last week, reportedly yelling, "Listen, I'm a f - - - ing steamroller, and I'll roll over you and anybody else."

Well, the o.g. Fake Writer seems to have learned his lesson about lifting whole sentences verbatim. But the latest novel excerpt up on Big Jim's website (by the way, he's lying about the 'Big,' too, obviously) certainly owes a debt to Farm Aiding singer/songwriter/actor John Cougar Mellencamp. See for yourself:

Ben Widdicombe slyly dropped this doozy on us this morning: