‘Babe!!! Got some great goss!’ There is little more that’s likely to make me reply to a message with speed than the promise of a hit of delicious, class-A tattle. I wouldn’t say it’s my most virtuous trait, but nor am I sufficiently self-flagellating to think that I’m alone in that admission – on the contrary. Whether or not you actually want to admit to your fondness for great goss? Well, that is another question entirely.
Many of us love to be party to a bit…

