I was sorry to have missed the incident at John Walsh's party involving his partner Carolyn Hart - apparently she threw red wine over another woman known to John. That's as much as I can say.
Meanwhile, I wonder who this following message may apply to?
"There was once a literary editor who was enraptured (I think it went like that) by my downstairs neighbour, when she was 41 or so, and well the rest is history. Oh yes. Actually it's a great story. He never slept with her, though, so maybe it doesn't count. He flirted, charmed, got her all worked up, waited for her kids to go to bed and kissed her for ages in the living room, then said he simply couldn't, etc, and left. It went on for ages and ages. There was a 26-year-old girl from Peckham, or somewhere, in the story, too. And the glamorous poet. And his wife, scribbling away in the garden shed, all those short stories... I heard terrible things he said about his wife."