Stage Three: Actually, as you can see, this is not stage three at all. Much in the way that footage of Eduardo's shattered leg was deemed too shocking for public consumption yesterday, we've also decided that images of Olivia in the final layer of the outfit are equally beyond the pale. Suffice to say that it was a flowery dress so hippyish in nature that it's a surprise that it didn't have a secret pouch in which one could conceal one's joss sticks and jazz fags. It gave Olivia the look of a woodlands nymph off to the fields of Avalon to see a rocking set from Wishbone Ash.

Instead here's a far less embarrassing shot that will give her no reason at all in future year to resent the many gross intrusions into her privacy that have been made in the course of maintaining this blog...