The look on Kate Beckinsale's daughter Lily's face, as she trods sullenly between her ultra-glam mother and her mother's metrosexual husband in Los Angeles, says nothing so much as this to me: why why why couldn't they just leave me at the library for a change?
Eight years from now, we can expect to see more images like this, except that Lily will be goth-ed out like an extra from Underworld, walking about ten paces behind them and clutching a copy of Nietszche's Beyond Good and Evil.
And her mother, I'm guessing, will look exactly the same.
