The Insider’s heart sings to the powers that be, the sacred pelvis of the divine king, and the Italian
Love is in the air, and for once the Insider is not back on the shelf but has every expectation of reading this in a champagne, strawberry and—dare I say it?—naughtiness-induced haze. Best not to mention sex as some of our older readers have arrhythmia; although this is one time of year when your intrepid reporter could write about all kinds of shenanigans under the auspices of Saint Valentine and get away with it. But no; away with the satin sheets, the dream topping and the pictures of Dale Winton; it’s not as if love is the only thing worth writing about this week.
I was mad keen to write about Gordon Brown’s meeting with Pope Benedict XVI—I had this really cute bit where he starts off by saying “your holiness”, and Brown replies: “Aren’t I supposed to say that?” However, I decided it would require a more delicate touch than mine at the typewriter to
