Horrid news from backstage at the Led Zeppelin gig, as Naomi Campbell's spokeswoman is moved to confirm that madam lost her BlackBerry at the event.
She probably just left it in the back of a maid's skull, but the most obvious place is always the last one you look, isn't it?
"It was a massive inconvenience for Naomi," this flack tells the Daily Mirror, as though the world should mind, and mind deeply, even though we have to keep remembering that "anger management problems" is a proper scientific illness and not just a nice way of saying Naomi's a total piece of work.
Anyway, the big drama seems to be that the PDA contains contact details for all manner of the supermodel's famous friends, including her "spiritual grandfather" Nelson Mandela and various high profile enablers, as well as "flirty texts from a secret admirer".
It's basically the Rosetta Stone of our screwed-up celebocracy, so you just have to pray it's fallen into the right hands - namely, someone who'll get trashed and spend 24 hours straight calling Kate Moss and gabbling "a-sphincter-says-what" before dissolving in giggles and doing the same to Nelson, until the world's elite are forced to change their numbers in a mass communications panic that could potentially crash our entire celebrity-driven society, held together only precariously as it is by the ease with which entertainment industry persons of note can speed-dial each other.
Let's hope this one goes all the way.
