Always wanted to dine with the devil? Here's your chance, and it's even for a good cause.

While we've been nothing but supportive of supermodel Kate Moss's highly publicized cocaine habit, we might have to step back for a moment and deliver some heavy-handed criticism to our girl. Yesterday, it was reported that Moss's on-and-off junky boyfriend Pete Doherty was planning to visit Moss at the Meadows rehab center in Arizona — and while we thought it wasn't perhaps the best idea for a heroin addict to go visit Moss during this delicate time, we certainly had to admire homeboy's dedication.

It would seem New York mag's biggest fans now reside well outside its target demographic.

• Since the world was visually introduced to the coke-fuelled antics of supermodel Kate Moss, she's lost contracts with Burberry, H&M, and Chanel. Now, as it's been roughly a month since the initial story broke, it's time for her comeback: First the cover of W, then love from Yves St. Laurent. Alas, we doubt Vogue will ever forgive her. Those bitches know how to hold a grudge. [Page Six]
• The lobbyists at the Pharmaceutical Research and Manufacturers of America hired writers to create a thriller-style novel designed to scare the crap out of anyone looking to score their prescriptions from Canada. When the deal fell through, the lobbyists attempted to buy the silence of involved writers and publishers for a pithy $100,000. If Lloyd Grove got the story, clearly the money wasn't good enough. [Lowdown]
• America's first completely cracked-out supermodel Janice Dickinson will fuck you — yes, you!! — for a Xanax. [Page Six]
• If you don't receive the self-promoting mass emails from Cory Bernstein (AKA "Cory the Model"), consider yourself a better person. Otherwise, you'd likely give a shit about the leaked tapes of his marathon masturbation. [R&M (2nd item)]
• Matt Lauer's recent vacation from the Today show was reportedly a Eurotrash getaway with his wife, Annette Roque. No better way to celebrate your reconciliation than at Paris's Sexodrome or on the streets of Amsterdam. [Gatecrasher (2nd to last)]

We fail to see how this possibly could be a good idea. Unless, of course, he intends to stay.

Holy shit, Harold Evans got all relevant up in this piece! In his latest BBC radio broadcast, Sir Harry of Tina Brown's house tackles the sorry state of television news. Unfortunately, it had to take a viewing of the Edward-Murrow-glory-days movie Good Night and Good Luck to get Evans into fighting form, but we can't judge a man for being motivated by forces of Clooney-backed entertainment. After the jump, Henry the Intern does the happy dance.

We have but one wish this forthcoming holiday season, and it's that Harold Evans might sit down with his darling wife Tina Brown so that the latter might educate the former on the American way: our unwavering devotion to the lunacy of pop culture and celebrity. Judging from his BBC radio broadcast this week, we're rather certain Harry has absolutely no foothold in American reality, opting to discuss global warming instead of the baby TomKat situation. And to think, at least five Britons are listening to Harry's "Letter from America" thinking the man actually knows the damn place. After the jump, Henry the Intern's weekly report.

GAWKER EXCLUSIVE!!! For your viewing pleasure, we're proud to present the first publicity stills from the set of Vogue editor Anna Wintour's cinematic gang-bang debut, The Wintour 500.

If Kate Moss knows what's good for her, she might stay at Arizona's Meadows rehab center indefinitely. The UK's Sun reports today that upon her return to Britain, the once-super model will be arrested under suspicion of supplying cocaine.

So remember yesterday when our generously craniumed masters held guns to our heads and made us write something about the awesomeness of Gawker Media's sports site, Deadspin? And remember how one commenter noted that Gawker Media had become a media industry unto itself? And then remember how ashamed we, your gentle Gawker editors, felt about the whole dirty affair?

At this point, we're plum out of original commentary on supermodel Kate Moss's "alleged" cocaine use, except for the fact that we find media reports of the incident utterly absurd in that they still referring to the whole thing as "alleged." There's really nothing alleged about it: The Daily Mirror published photographs of her bumping lines, Kate Moss has apologized for her indiscretions, and now a video of the incident has made its way to European television outlets and, in turn, the internet. If you've never seen a Brian DePalma movie, you'll find the footage (from an Italian newscast) highly educational. Otherwise, it's nothing you haven't already seen on a Saturday night.

This week, the effects of Harold Evans' marriage to Tina Brown become increasingly clear, as Evans gives into the insanity and goes full throttle towards irrelevancy. In his latest BBC radio broadcast on all things American, Evans talks of one of the biggest stories in our country: the Endangered Species Act. (A pressing issue, indeed, and not to be confused with hurricanes, terrorism, the war in Iraq, or Tom DeLay.) After the jump, Henry the Intern reports between the sobs.

If you haven't already, you might want to familiarize yourself with The Party Party, a remix project featuring vocals from the administration's finest. The White Lines track appropriately features a voice-over from George W. Bush, highlighted by the following lyrics:

Sadly, a Bogota dateline not even Naomi Campbell will touch.

Just remember, you first heard it on a random blog 3 or 4 days ago: Supermodel Kate Moss, whose talent for cutting and bumping lines of cocaine has been recently documented, has entered the Meadows rehab center just outside of Phoenix, Arizona. Reportedly costing over $4000 a day, the clinic is just slightly more expensive than Moss' coke habit and will hopefully provide the sniffly lass with some much-needed time away from her crackheaded, kinda-erstwhile boyfriend, rocker Pete Doherty.

• Britain's Sky television plans on showing a Kate Moss documentary that includes actual footage of the supermodel blowing her couture rails. We're not sure this is worth your time; if you simply print out all the images from the Mirror and assemble them, in order, you can have a handy animated flipbook. Much cooler, we think. [Reuters]
• It's a dream come true: High Times is looking for an editorial assistant. Now if only interested parties were motivated enough to put together a resume. [Craigslist]
• Clear your mind. Inhale, exhale, and go blank. Now: What's the first phrase that pops into your head? "Christian Mime Ministry?" Why, us too! [AllThingsChristie]
• You might find this hard to believe, but Jackass sidekick Steve-O got drunk. On television. Crazy, we know — but at least worth a snickering watch. [CC Insider]

Today in Kate Moss's Bolivian Adventure, we turn our gimlet eye on the Gray Lady. We can't help but notice that out of Tom Zeller Jr.'s 846 words debating whether or not Kate Moss has "crusty underpants," 549 are lifted directly from the British message board DigitalSpy.

You thought the plan to turn the Farley Post Office on Eighth Avenue into a new Penn Station had a powerful backer in Pat Moynihan. After he died, you thought it had an even more powerful backer in the politically savvy Moynihan family's invoking of his memory. But, reports the Sun the plan just picked up its most powerful backer yet.

In this week's edition of his BBC Radio 4 broadcast, the one man able to tame Tina Beastie Brown, Sir Harold Evans, boldly went where every other journalist has gone before: irrelevancy. In a week full of American headlines surely worthy of dissection for his British audience, Evans instead opted to recount a tale about the educational Edison Project which, as many of his recollections do, centers around a Hamptons get-together. After the jump, Henry the Intern reports on the ho and the hum.

Today in Kate Moss' big cokey adventure, the Queen of All That Is Sane, Salon's Rebecca Traister, gets to the point: