After all her past problems, you would think that Sophie Anderton would have developed a sixth sense for trouble.

It seems not. The model has lost one of her long-standing contracts after she was photographed using cocaine and offering sex for money in a News of the World sting operation.

She has represented fake-tan company Fake Bake since 2005. Not any more. A spokesperson for the company said that they have been “forced to terminate” her £100,000 a year contract in light of the allegations.

According to the newspaper, Sophie Anderton offered the undercover journalist sex for £10,000 and offered to supply a female friend for a threesome for extra money.

The model, who was wearing only underwear at the time, claimed she needed the money to pay for her new home in Notting Hill. “I’m great at sex. I’ll look great on your ******* arm. I’m a supermodel. I just think short term, and at the end of the day nobody gets hurt.”

Fame claims many lives. Its corrosive effects are demonstrated in the stories of many who make it as well as those who don’t.

One thing’s for sure, when celebrities go off the rails, they crash and burn big time.

Women are all over the place these days. You can’t get away from them — not that you’d want to, of course. They are undoubtedly the collective celebrity of the 21st century. Why so?

We have a new, magnificent shopping mall and chill-out zone in our town. It’s big, it’s spectacular, it’s state of the art. Just the place for hanging out and nosing around the stores then.

Er … it depends what gender you are. Apart from the cafes and restaurants, almost every unit is devoted to women’s fashion. You won’t see a man’s suit or a deerstalker hat anywhere.

Even worse, almost every women’s shop is devoted to extremely cheap clothing. Dresses for £7 ($14), tops for a fiver, bottoms (if there are such things) for virtually zilch.

What’s going on I asked a knowledgeable onlooker? It seems they specialize in “disposable fashion” — the new black. All fashion is by definition disposable, or it wouldn’t be fashionable. But this stuff is used for a few days then binned and, at that price, replacements are very affordable.

Weird, or what?

While I was mulling over the fact that our new, very expensive shopping mall is devoted entirely to disposable women’s clothes, I came across a piece by Daily Mail journalist Peter McKay in yesterday’s paper. He too is obviously feeling the pincer attack of the women’s movement :

“… most of the popular culture which makes us feel ill seems either to be made by women or for them, from ‘celebrity’ trash magazines to exploitation TV productions such as Big Brother and the Jeremy Kyle Show. And, of course, stick-thin models.”

Phew! Peter had better watch out for the monstrous army of … celebrities.

The 10th anniversary of the death of Pincess Diana in a car crash in Paris has just passed.

It was celebrated by a concert at Wembley in July and a memorial service in London, both organized by her sons, Princes William and Harry.

In many ways Diana was the ultimate celebrity. She combined the starry title of Princess of Wales with the allure of a future Queen, and an outgoing personality that entranced the world.

Combined with a deep sense of compassion and mission to help those in need, this was a compelling mixure which led to the explosion of grief worldwide following her unexpected early death.

But what was Diana really like? Behind the hype and heroine worship was she any different to many other celebrities, or did she possess an undefinable something that singled her out as the most worshipped woman of the 20th century?

Royal Anecdotes has a comprehensive exploration of her character and story. Read it here.