There are many things your correspondent truly sucks at: sport, maths, dealing with authority figures. But without doubt the shining beacon in the sea of my incompetence is having my photo taken with famous people.

Arena managed to stand the screaming and booing for long enough last night to ascertain that there is at least one babe in the new Big Brother house. But who’s the best ever?

This week, Arena and premium moisturiser Nivea DNAge’s eight-week search for the most luxurious city on Earth continues with a trip to Monaco. Vote for your favourite city and you could win a weekend in Dubai.

Oh no. Fern Britton’s five stone weight loss was medically assisted. Rather than ‘walking the dog and not eating too much’ (two feats of human endurance that apparently earned her the respect of housewives up and down the country) she needed a piece of silicone fitted over her stomach, helpfully amplifying the little voice inside her head telling her to ’stop fucking eating’. Personally, I didn’t give a shit, but it was gratifying to read her confession. See, I have my own secret…

Book publishing and selling in this country is in a parlous state. On my way through Borders on Oxford St the other day (I was getting a coffee), I noticed more magazines, cards, computer programs and board games than actual tomes. Vast and brightly lit, the place has an inherently stressful feel to it, like a supermarket. Could Publishing On Demand, a kind of literary MySpace, be the answer?

Arena was saddened to hear that Yves Saint Laurent, one of the world’s most distinguished fashion designers, has died at the age of 71. Our next issue features a stunning still from a short film, starring actor Simon Woods, showcasing the latest YSL menswear collection. The plan was to run the entire film on this site at the time of publication, but in the light of this news, we felt that including it today would be the perfect way to show this unique designer’s style legacy – in his own language.