The poor bloke was on his arse. But I could see that evening he was definitely on his way back. He had the survivor’s glint People offended by name-dropping are absolutely no fun. I’ve experimented with this concept on five continents — OK, four: Antarctica’s social whirl isn’t what it might be — and those who roll their eyes at shocking new developments in the world of celebrity are just the worst. Not content with having zero information to offer, they diminish what is given, and in a more