Meanwhile, on another planet

I checked the Mash and then, utterly mystified, googled the man in question.

I find I need to do that quite often these days, especially if I'm reading the Mail online and happen to glance at the unfamiliar but important faces in the Sleb News column.

And I came across this from someone who is clearly down with the vibe. Is that the phrase?

I adore André Benjamin. I don't think of him that often, since I'm too often mind-traveling to 1962, but he is pretty much the ONLY contemporary celebrity whose style I applaud and admire.

All the others who are usually -- and wrongly, IMO -- heralded as modern "style icons" are, more accurately, either boring-masquerading-as-good-taste (Anderson Cooper), complete shams (David Beckham), clueless label whores (Kanye West), or vastly overrated and only stylish by comparison (George Clooney).

Mr. Benjamin's style has wit, originality and audacity -- but he also has the keen color sense and just enough restraint to fall short of excess and self-parody. I can't claim to love everything he puts together, but I have to admit that it works for him.

I am no wiser although I recognise the names Beckham and Clooney. One's an actor and the other's a footballer, I think. Give me a minute while I work out which is which.

I am missing a lot, obviously, but I can't help it. Having a life takes up so much of my time.