There was a brief period, for instance, when I thought Liz Hurley was a glamorous, savvy woman.
Indeed, she parlayed wearing a Versace dress into a lucrative modelling career and then married a billionaire.
Ta dah!
Now I read she's thrown it all away for ex-cricketer Shane Warne:
Warnie, of all people.
That teeth-whitened, tangerine, peroxide-plugged buffoon, the only man to rival Paul Hogan in terms of questionable international Aussie identity.
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