Mauricio Delicio

Just when you’d clicked your jaws back into place following the blow-up of Vanderpump Rules, along comes The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills to top it.

The former scandal involves the illicit affair between Tom Sandoval and Raquel Leviss, while Tom was still living with long-term love Ariana Madix. The latter news is even more shocking: after 27 years of marriage, Kyle Richards and husband Mauricio Umansky have separated!

WHAAAAAAT?! Is nothing sacred in this world? Kyle is rumored to have developed a close friendship with 28-year-old country singer Morgan Wade and it’s been reported that they have matching tattoos and rings.

Morgan must be some special fish if she’s persuaded Kyle to swim across the lesbian pond, because Mauricio is hot. And I mean seriously, seriously hot. When the news broke, Twitter lit up with memes of an excited Dorit, another married cast member to whom Mauricio was rumoured to have become close during the last series (Dorit vehemently denied it).

So, what happened? It looks like we’re going to have to wait until the next series to get the full story, but Erika Jayne will be grateful that it takes the heat off her finances and divorce.

At least we now know why Kyle suddenly gave up drinking (Morgan is teetotal) and lost a ton of weight.

Meanwhile, the queue to nab Mauricio stretches from LA to Iceland.

And there’s anohter break-up – singer Ricky Martin has split from Syrian-Swedish artist husband Jwan Josef after six years of marriage. Call me Psychic Jaci, but something tells me there won’t be any point in my joining the queue for either one of them.


I genuinely thought I would never witness any TV comedy worse than Emily in Paris; then, along came Glamorous, which stole ten hours of my life I’ll never get back.

Dear lord, it’s bad. Just as EIP delivers unconvincing characters in the world of fashion PR that bears no relation to reality, so Glamorous does the same for the world of cosmetics.

With Kim Cattrall in the lead as make-up supremo Madelyn Addison, I was hoping for at least a spark of something. But it looks as if she’s just going through the motions; an audition for The Walking Dead could not have produced a more somnambulant performance.

With the exception of Zane Phillips (who I also loved in Madam Secretary) as body-building gay Chad, it all makes for excruciating viewing.

And here’s the thing that the ‘comedies’ EIP and Glamorous have in common, apart from being products of they ain’t funny.

I won’t even bother to summarize it; you really will have to see how bad it is for yourself.


The ‘Twitter-killer’ app launched by Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg signed up ten million users within hours of launching. New Twitter owner Elon Musk keeps shooting himself in the foot with various new rules that might well see the platform turn into the star of Anti-Social Networking.

I’m not sure whether I can cope with yet another app for people to send me messages. As I keep telling the people who private message me on apps, or text me, ‘just send me an e-mail.’

I remember the infancy of e-mails and when someone asked for my address, I told them that it was ‘ridiculous’ and ‘would never catch on.’

How times change. Now, I get on a plane and I’m like: “Whadderyernmean the plane doesn’t have WiFi? What kind of a third world carrier is this?’


New York City has been basking in glorious sunshine, ahead of what promises to be a record-breaking heatwave over the summer.

But we all know that summer hasn’t really arrived until the proverbial thousand pics of Simon Cowell on a jet ski appear online. Come on Simon, we’re waiting. Let me start the ball rolling.