Esther Rantzen. (Diary)

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I ask Sam Fox, once Peter Foster's girlfriend, what she thinks of him now. She had sent him a lawyer's letter when he tried to get in touch. "What a banker," she says. Well, nearly

Monday. Dale Winton's wedding in the garden of a country-house hotel. Surrounded by dozens of television cameras and heavies from OK! magazine, a flock of minor celebrities gathered amid doves and drifting bubbles, with Cilla as best man wearing a bucket-shaped hat only slightly less disastrous than the one she bought for the Blind Date wedding. The bride, a blonde model famous for saying nothing in an Australian jungle, smiled bravely on, looking as bemused as the rest of us. Dale was deep brown and wispily frail -- on the Atkins diet, he said. He's pleased with the result, but I thought he proved that you can be too tanned and …