Confidentially

Shh: Hip Hip to the Raucous Ratpack of Selwyn fun guys Hollander, Mosey and Laurie. The tasty trio joined brainy blacktie hepcats to break bread at their Alma Mater last week. What went on at the heinous hidey-hole in the long grass at the shady fringe of Cambridge remains a closed thesis. But we hear that wacko wordsmith Mosey now heads home to the City of Villages. Back in the chickenshack of sharp scuttlebutt, expect pen-for-hire Rog to eat, drink and be merciless with junior journalists.