The speculation among the heavy political pundits is that, by the time this issue of the NS reaches you, Keith Vaz will have disappeared into the cold, dark night.
Make of this what you will. A veteran Labour backbencher sallied forth to No 10 (don't lie, Downing Street children, I have the invitation card) for a glass or two - and was discreetly offered a peerage in return for his safe seat in the north of England.
Having turned down David Frost's offer to be featured on Through the Keyhole because an ad break lasts longer than it takes to look round my current flat, I am moving again. This has proved a difficult task, made more unpleasant by estate agents. Take one local agency.
Sun, sea and sex is not a bad formula to base your holiday on. Or a business empire. The late Gilbert Trigano made his fortune from the three S's with his Club Med holiday resorts.
And what, Labour backbenchers are asking with a quiet terror, if the re-disgraced Peter Mandelson makes a resignation speech, on the lines of Geoffrey Howe's coup de grace to Margaret Thatcher a decade ago?
What do the glamorous, celebrity-loving Peter Mandelson and that butch bully Alastair Campbell have in common, apart from closeness to Tony Blair? Well, both enjoy playing their public personas to the hilt.
In the smoke-filled working men's clubs, they are using tabloid photos of Mandy in target practice for their dart-throwing. The regulars trade jokes about Reinaldo, shirt-lifters and men in tights.
Davos is cold. Unrelentingly so. This tiny and mildly opulent ski resort, tucked in the waistband of the Alps and close to the Austrian border, has a population numbering about 6,000. In the winter, visitors far outnumber the locals.
Back from a fortnight in Washington DC, and I am eager for respite from the fanaticism that runs deep in the American soul.
I continue to be the bete noire of the Trinidadians in the Caribbean and here in the UK. My younger brother visited me for Christmas and regaled the family with stories about the responses to my recent Channel 4 documentary Trouble in Paradise.
Small wonder that Peter Mandelson looked, according to one account, "distracted" when he gave Labour's National Executive Committee an upbeat assessment of the general election campaign last Tuesday.
From Soho to Bow and beyond, there are angry men in bars and pubs bemoaning the death of the woman who "knows how to take a joke". This fantasy female can be fondled for the price of a drink, never takes offence and still leaves a bloke with change from a fiver.
Profile - Stephen Smith wonders why an old lefty is now singing for the Republicans
I was about to file my column when suspicions of murder most foul just down the road halted me in my tracks. More of that later.
In these parts, there are plenty of opportunities to annoy the Homeless Tsar by giving small change to the poor and/or feckless.
We all know that history repeats itself the second time as farce - but what does it do the fifth time? The new England manager, who is the first foreigner to coach the national team, has arrived at last, and the ingredients of a familiar drama are already falling nicely into place.
It's always warning about floods, and nobody knows what it is. But it's set to be a big green crusad
It very much looks as though Tony Blair, taking victory for granted in a spring election, is turning his thoughts to a shake-up of government structure.
This year, my mantra will be: "Never apologise, never explain." This modus operandi has worked miracles for the Catholic Church over the centuries, and it hasn't done Lord Falconer any harm, either.
Brixton wends its weary way not quite in darkness, but with the shadow of William Hague hanging overhead. A few weeks ago, he came, he saw, but hardly conquered.
Is London running red with raw, rampant socialism? Hardly. So what is Livingstone up to? Jackie Ashl
Singing carols among the local community at Christmas is the sort of pastime that exists in Hague and Blair fantasies of the perfect suburban voter lifestyle.
Obsessed by a fear of revolution, haunted by a collapse of faith, it yet nurtured great minds, great
While his more senior colleagues in Whitehall and Washington understandably fall silent on the mounting deaths in Iraq, the Foreign Office minister Peter Hain has become a strangely aggressive voice in promoting the failed and lethal embargo. Ambitious apostates are like that.
The Fabian Society went to a lot of trouble and laid on a seminar for Labour MPs on taxation. This was based on a report from the society's grandly titled Commission on Taxation and Citizenship, chaired by Lord Plant, and was held in Portcullis House, 50 yards from the Palace of Westminster.
The Evening Standard's Diary bash is usually a grand affair held at an imposing venue near Sloane Square in west London. This year, the venue changed and the invite had the legend: At Home "Earl Percy".