So who have you been hanging out with lately? Don't bother telling me, I've got you trumped. Last night I had dinner in Manayunk (a slice of pizza at Mom's Bake At Home and shepherd's pie at Kildare's) with international glam-setter Lily Womack.
During our repast, I remarked to Lily that her father was famous for his sartorial splendor. "No," she said. "He's famous as a writer."
Okay, yes, Jack Womack is indeed celebrated as one of our very best. And his wife Valeria Susanina is equally fabulous. But it's Lily who's won my heart.
Above: Lily and Jack. Lily has self-created plastic vampire fangs in her mouth. Nobody's perfect.