The Le Creuset sale, and other middle-class riots waiting to happen

POLICE were called to a Le Creuset warehouse sale at the weekend as owners of Cockapoos threatened to turn tastefully ugly. These are the other riots waiting to happen: 

A Sally Rooney signing

The author herself, the one person who has successfully captured the aching blandness of comfortable lives, is doing a signing. In an independent bookshop, naturally. But tickets are limited and readers are circling, all breathless to tell her she reflected their feelings of listless infidelity so gracefully. A fight ensures. Torn Lululemon litters the streets.

The scramble for places at grammar school

The local grammar school, which has such good Oxbridge links it’s really better than going private, announces it does not have enough places for every detached home in catchment. Some pupils, regardless of potential, will be cast out. The ensuing uprising sees lawyers and doctors fighting tooth and claw. The school is burned down.

The opening of a Gail’s bakery

So minimalist in branding, the apostrophe delicately employed, and likely to add between £10,000-£20,000 to the value of your house. How could anyone not be there on opening day? When they cannot meet demand for Soho buns and the queue turns into a crazed mob of looters? The borekitas are still delicious, even with a modicum of broken glass.

A Pedro Almodóvar film festival

The arthouse cinema is holding a festival of Spain’s most transgressive filmmaker. You must be there. You’ve seen his entire oeuvre, after all. Half of these so-called cineastes aren’t even familiar with his early shorts. But they get in, just because they’ve queued since 8am? Nuh-huh. You come back in the Audi Q5 and drive it into the foyer.

The opportunity to talk about how talented your children are at a dinner party

Larissa is a demon on the French horn, and Lance is so talented a linguist he could be a translator at the UN even though he’s five. But will any of these bores stop barking about their own prodigies long enough for you to get a word in? Desperate, you discharge a pistol into the John Lewis chandelier. Pandemonium ensues.

Waitrose, 6am, December 23rd

Only the common shop on Christmas Eve, The sensible stock up the day before and rise bloody early to do it, only to find every other Boden clone has the same idea. The aisles are a rampage of privilege with pannetone used as clubs. But it’s worth the lacerations and a minor charge of affray to make a perfectly lovely Christmas.

Leonardo DiCaprio turns two Leonardo DiCaprio girlfriends years old

ACTOR Leonardo DiCaprio today celebrates reaching the age of two of his girlfriends’ upper age limit. 

DiCaprio has racked up so many years that one of his partners could be born, grow up, go through the education system, embark on a career, fall in love with him and be dumped by him twice over and still have a few months to spare.

Close friend Tobey Maguire said: “Scientists love to use silly analogies, like a football pitch the size of Wales, to get across the idea of big numbers. But this is an accurate and appropriate way of describing Leo’s big day.

“If you’re struggling to imagine 50, think of how old Bar Refaeli or Kelly Rohrbach were when Leo sadly had to move on from them, and put the pair together. Or you could mix and match them with Blake Lively or Nina Agdal. Have fun with it.

“Don’t forget you’re going by the dumping-age, not the when-they-first-started-dating-age. For example, Camila Morrone was only 20 when she started dating a 43-year-old DiCaprio. That’ll throw your calculations way off.

“Hard to believe that in just ten short years, he’ll be as old as three of her in her 2017 prime. It barely shows. There’s just something keeping him young.”

But DiCaprio disagreed: “I’m actually dating a 26-year-old supermodel for the first time in my adult life. It’s a sign of my maturity, as actor and man.”