Let’s all point and stare.

Oh c’mon, this woman exists precisely so that a) We have something to make us feel better about ourselves, b) We have something to gaze incredulously at and c) All of the above plus a tenuous d) Which is something to help us barf up that stale £3.50, all-you-can-eat Thai buffet from Old Compton Street that we tried mostly because of a bet but also because we had lost the power of discernment and taste but have now learned our lesson and will never, ever, ever go back there again. It’s almost put us off food for life, but that would be silly and possibly unwise.

Anyway, Jocelyn Wildenstein is, we can exclusively reveal, a freak. No really, any sympathy flies out the window when you see the conceit hidden behing the wings on her Rodeo Drive-bought jacket. Eugh.

More after jumpy. She’s with her boyfriend Lloyd Klein, by the way. Who has the look of someone who’s also been fiddled with. And not in a good way. And to mis-quote Mrs Merton, wonder what Lloyd Klein sees in the multi-millionaire Jocelyn Wildenstein…?

Pictures via this kind gennelman, btw.