As for Margaret and Tony, they were driving home from a party when whom should they run into but Raymond Bellisario. Bellisario is a photographer who has bugged the royal family in the past by taking pictures without permission and he'd been at it again that evening at the party. So when we say the Snow-dons ran into him, we mean they ran into him—with their red Vauxhall. Bellisario claims his car was "badly buckled," but a palace spokesman says, "It was nothing serious." Still, in all the excitement Bellisario didn't lose his head: in addition to writing down the Snowdons' license number he sneaked in a couple more photographs.
Finally, to Rufus, the kooky cocker spaniel who belongs to the Gwilym Rees-Williamses, we hereby give the Well-Meaning But Talk About Incompetent Watchdog Award of the Week. According to the London Daily Express, Rufus saw a strange pair of legs outside the window of his master's bedroom and, barking fiercely, he attacked. Only he forgot he was upstairs. And he missed the legs. And he soared straight out of the window and dropped 20 feet into the garden below. It's not Rufus' upper lip we're worried about. Turns out Rufus is fine, but as Mrs. Rees-Williams observed, "It must have been a great shock for the window cleaner."
The way to the bottom of the Grand Canyon is by foot or on muleback, but when John Boggess hired on as chef for the Phantom Ranch at the bottom he weighed 216 pounds. Since he didn't want to walk—and since the mules are not permitted to pack more than 200 pounds—John dieted mightily and did slim down. Good for John? No, bad for John. When he wanted to come out, after 14 months down there eating his own cooking, his weight was back up over the 200 mark by 10 pounds. Diet again? No way. This time he hired a helicopter to come and lift him out.