Money cannot buy happiness or taste: a tour of Rolling Stone guitarist Ronnie Wood's mansion. His wife is selling it, because Ronnie decamped for some other bird (that's what they call "girls" in Merrie Olde! Just keeping up with the demands of lazy, cliche-ridden entertainment writing) and it's too much room for her. By the way, Mr. Wood's new girlfriend was 18.

Here's how the magic moment was described:

So said Mr. Woods' publicist. Imagine what people who aren't obligated to speak on his behalf are saying.

BTW: the remember the rule we stated a few weeks ago concerning feature writing about musicians? You have to work a reference their hit into the first sentence or headline. The Sunday Times may have given us the most obvious, unimaginative example of the genre.