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Like countless others, I watched in astonishment as Melania Trump unleashed a startling and icy declaration seemingly from nowhere: “I had no relationship with Jeffrey Epstein.”
I pondered, “What just happened?” More intriguingly, after Donald Trump claimed he was completely “blindsided” and unaware, I wondered why Melania hadn’t clued him in on her dramatic revelation.
It struck me as a peculiar kind of marriage, where a wife doesn’t inform her husband about such a significant move, nor does she share the speech she’s about to deliver to the public.
Perhaps there’s a simple, innocent reason behind it. Who can really say what goes on in the lives of the President and the First Lady?
What is undeniably true is that Melania’s unexpected denial of any connection to Epstein left us with far more questions than answers, prompting inquiries we hadn’t even considered before her announcement.
Why did she make the statement at all? And why now? Was she pre-empting something that was about to emerge into the public domain?
Are she and Donald Trump now living such separate lives she cuts him out of such a serious and explosive intervention? Is their marriage in trouble?
The only thing for certain is that Melania’s surprise statement denying she had any relationship with Epstein raised vastly more questions than answers, writes Amanda Platell
Donald Trump with Melania and, right, Epstein and MaxwellÂ
Was Melania’s dramatic lone stand symbolic of her relationship with the President? Was she trying to tell us something?
Or is she the devoted wife trying to save her husband’s skin, grabbing the headlines as his popularity sinks in the US over the war with Iran and his behaviour becomes more unhinged and bewildering by the day
How could she have kept it secret from him anyhow, as he claimed she had?
Her speech was delivered in the heart of the White House, for heaven’s sake, possibly the most security-conscious place in the world where every phone-call and footfall is likely to be monitored.
A mouse can’t crawl in there without the place’s epic tough-guys noticing and squashing it.
As a former spin doctor familiar with organising political broadcast events, albeit on a less grand scale, I know they take weeks if not months in the planning – lighting checks, sound checks, rehearsals.
Yet sources claim no one other than a couple of her inner circle of advisers knew she was even delivering her speech in the White House.
As I say, none of these questions would now be being asked were it not for Melania’s decision to go public on Epstein.
Apart from a few predictable weirdos on social media, no one had ever questioned the First Lady’s integrity over her dealings with him. Yet now she has lit a fire under her relationship with her husband and shone a spotlight on any association she did or did not have with one of the world’s most heinous paedophiles.
I’m still haunted by the image of her alone at the lectern delivering her speech, then defiantly striding off into the distance alone. What was Melania trying to tell us? Only time will tell.
Although given the firestorm her speech has unleashed, maybe she should have checked it with the Donald first.
Fashion for jibesÂ
Having worked in my younger days at a fashion magazine in Sydney, I’ve never had any doubts about the way The Devil Wears Prada depicts the awfulness of vacuous, fashion-obsessed mean girls.
Alas, I was more like Anne Hathaway’s Andy Sachs in the film – skint and unfashionable. I never quite recovered from my editor berating my fashion sense and saying I let the team down, adding acidly: ‘You could be almost pretty if you weren’t so fat.’ I was only a size 12!
Slim chance we’d recognise Jack
Jack Black at an audition aged 23, left, and aged 54 in 2024, right
Unbelievable that this recently unearthed photo is an audition picture of actor Jack Black aged 23 given he became the Jack the lad we now know and love – especially in 2006’s The Holiday, where he was much shorter and podgier than his co-star and love interest Kate Winslet. Today, he’s a lot bigger than he was even then, but there’s still something beguiling about him. I doubt if Kate piled on 10st, she’d ever work again.
Brooklyn Beckham is considering taking back ownership of his name ten years after his mother Victoria trademarked it, just as she did all her children’s names to protect their brands in the future. Jolly good, but given that he despises his family so much, perhaps the nepo baby should actually be dropping the Beckham surname – and becoming plain hot-sauce and sandwich maker Brooklyn Peltz?Â
Princess Anne made a phone call to disgraced brother Andrew, while Prince Edward visited him at Sandringham. No sign, however, of his daughters Beatrice and Eugenie, nor his ex-wife Fergie. They seem to have vanished now his life and finances have collapsed.Â
There’s a rather sweet ad on TV featuring golfer Rory McIlroy taking a putt and telling young people including his daughter to ‘never give up on your dreams’ and to work hard to achieve them. The sad truth today is most youngsters only dream of becoming millionaire influencers or instantly famous.Â
My moggie Ted is sceptical about the story of how Ukrainian soldiers rescued a cat and a dog by putting them in a bag tied to a drone, which flew them to safety. As Ted cattily pointed out, any dog in a bag with him would be dead before it reached the ground.Â
T, that’s tattoo tiny
As public declarations of love go, Euphoria actress Zendaya’s tiny ‘t’ tattoo under her armpit in homage to her fiance and SpiderMan star Tom Holland seems a bit understated. It’s so teeny it could be mistaken for a house spider.
Maybe it was out of respect, as Tom is very small.
I’d be happier for lovable ex-footballer and kids’ icon Peter Crouch – now worth just shy of £30million with model wife Abbey Clancy’s earnings thrown in – if he wasn’t also a brand ambassador for Irish bookmaker Paddy Power, payment undisclosed.
 Why would a dad of four children with such a fortune go on TV to lure footy-loving youngsters into the world of gambling? Especially when it’s one of the most devastating addictions among adolescent boys.
Moon watch
I’m praying for a safe return for the Artemis II astronauts, but I can’t be the only one who didn’t stay up to watch them reach the far side of the Moon – epic as it was. It’s because I got so irritated by that screen hog Christina Koch. She was always grabbing the mic, her long hair flying about and obscuring the one person women really wanted to see, hot astronaut Victor Glover, the first black man to orbit the Moon who said modestly: ‘I’m not making black history, it’s human history.’
And for the selenophiles (Moon lovers) out there, yes I do know the reason hair flies upwards in space is to do with the lack of gravity. But hasn’t that attention-seeking Koch woman ever heard of a scrunchie?
Jennifer Aniston is planning a wedding with her hypnotist boyfriend Jim Curtis (pictured in 2024)
Should we be worried about Jennifer Aniston?
She’s planning a wedding with her hypnotist boyfriend Jim Curtis and they’re looking for a home as they flit between her $15million and $12million mansions and his $1.2million flat. She’s also a devotee of Jim’s ‘regression therapy’ saying it proves they met in a past life and ‘their souls were destined to find each other again in this lifetime to complete their journey’.
May I suggest, Jen, that the first ‘journey’ you make is to an LA lawyer specialising in pre-nups.
Tell it Strait… Starmer’s a joke
It’s beyond parody that as Starmer appoints himself head of a group of European leaders working to open the Strait of Hormuz, the latest poll shows two thirds of voters want him to quit and call an election.
With his track record for failing to deliver on his promises, he’d struggle to keep a tributary of the Thames open.
What indescribable dignity the parents of Orla Wates, 19, have shown since their daughter died on her gap year in Vietnam after being thrown from a motorbike. They flew to Hanoi to say their farewells, then agreed for Orla’s organs to be donated as a way of thanking Vietnam for their daughter’s happy memories there and to take comfort from the knowledge that Orla ‘lives on’ in others. As she will in all our hearts.