Compton Miller brushes down

I am delighted to see that the London Evening Standard's jagged property gossip Compton Miller has listened to Madame Arcati and done something about his hair, to judge by his new picture byline. Previously it so frizzily sprang from his head in all directions that it resembled a nimbus against a backlight, such as one might find in mediaeval art to represent the Logos of Christ. Happily, Compton listens more to me than upstart spiritual claimants and has now taken a brush and some lacquer to his locks so that raffish natal handsomeness is restored. He really looks quite dashing, and I am only sorry that the upmarket bimbos he hangs out with couldn’t have delivered him style instruction. People ignore my well-intentioned advice at their peril.