What a shame, one can’t help thinking, she and her billionaire babydaddy (whom she met in Venice at his family’s Palazzo Grassi in 2006, and split with in July), couldn’t make it work. One can just imagine the $3.5m wedding in St Tropez he had planned to throw. The ring he would have given her. Oh my goodness, and the dress. But it was not to be. Despite the fact that they were recently spotted together in Paris in the front row of Balenciaga — and later having tea at the Plaza Athénée hotel with Valentina, a dead ringer for her daddy, playing happily at their feet — it’s supposedly all over. Would that Hayek would elucidate further on this, but she will not. She’s much happier, of course, talking about the real love of her life, who is sleeping in a room upstairs and is obviously soon due for a feed . . .