Oh, that is beyond wonderful! The Post has had its legendary columnist Steve Dunleavy, a thin, pompadoured Aussie made of gristle, who lives on cigarettes and booze, to France. He’s going around the country carrying a stuffed weasel under his arms, sending back dispatches filled with abuse and invective against the French. I understand even Le Monde has taken notice.

Everybody knows about the HEADLESS BODY IN TOPLESS BAR cover headline, but the Post is always coming up with great ones. Two of my favorite Post covers (or “woods,” as tabloid jargon has it) were as follows: 1) reporting the conviction of a computer nerd who met a kinky sex partner online, and was later charged with torturing her, the headline read: JURY TO OLIVER: “YOU’VE GOT JAIL!” And 2) reporting the divorcing Carol Channing’s contention that her husband withheld affection from her, the headline, over a picture of Channing shrugging her shoulders and looking comically disappointed, screamed: NO SEX FOR 30 YEARS: ‘HELL NO, DOLLY!’.

Just one of the many reasons to love New York…