Pipped off, I am.
Because I’m sick, sick, sick of reading about Pippa.
The other Middleton girl’s every, very ordinary move is enough to make a picture story for the dailies.
“Pippa Middleton resorts to shades and coffee after a night on the town...” And who doesn’t?
“Pippa spotted in skinny jeans...” She wears the same style jeans as every other woman who thinks she hasn’t got thunderthighs - so what?
It’ll be “Pippa sneezes” and “Pippa pops out to punch a pap” next.
Which actually would be news.
The girl is only famous for two things - her famous sister and sashaying into said sister’s wedding in a kick-ass bridesmaid’s dress.
And the bottom line is, we women are fed up of hearing about her.