Filed away in the NZ Herald's lifestyle section — where else would they put it? — the panicked cabal has taken to describing their inclusion in Epstein's flight logs as an exciting badge of scandalous honor. After all, you're supposedly in the company of princes and presidents, including Bill Clinton and Donald Trump (they ALWAYS have to mention that Trump knew Epstein). And they were all duped by that hussy fraudster Ghislaine, who was only in it for the money!
Anyhow, it's an interesting spin: being on the flight logs is cool man! Everybody wants to be a somebody, and there ain't no somebody that at other bodies on pedo island, don't you know!
LIFESTYLE
I was in Ghislaine Maxwell's little black book - and I know her dark secrets
/ia The Daily Telegraph UK
By: [Helen Kirwan-Taylor]
I must have received half a dozen excited phone calls. "I hear you're on the list?!" they said, hardly able to contain their excitement.
The list, as most people now know, is Jeffrey Epstein's "little black book", curated for him by socialite Ghislaine Maxwell and containing the names and addresses of who's who in both London and New York.
It first emerged in 2012 (when Epstein's former housekeeper was arrested by the FBI while trying to to sell it) and was published on Gawker.com a few years later, along with the flight logs for his private jet, nicknamed the "Lolita Express", but it wasn't until a few months ago that everyone seems to have seen the full inventory.
The likes of Bill Clinton, Donald Trump and Naomi Campbell rub shoulders with Prince Andrew, Tony Blair and former Conservative party chairman Andrew Feldman.
Not a single digit of a single address is missing. A circle around your entry is even more reason for uncontained excitement.
We even have the honour of double entries: one for my husband and me and the other for my father-in-law, who was also friendly with Ghislaine back in the days when that was an acceptable thing to be.
Ghislaine was in my husband's circle at Oxford and we knew many people in common. Many of our friends were in her inner set (though none will speak about her now).
Ghislaine was like a sniffer dog: sharp, alert and with a nose that could detect any useful information. I was then an assistant producer at 60 Minutes with access to presidents and prime ministers; that caught her attention.
I remember her as being quick-witted, attention-seeking and the complete darling of her set. She appeared at every party along with half a dozen of the then-It girls whose main occupation seemed to be finding a wealthy man with a "house".
Ghislaine's close female friends, however, were career-minded and independent as she clearly was. Many worked in the City.
We all know what happened next. As the Maxwell empire crumbled beneath her, she teleported herself to New York City and that's where it gets very interesting.
I remember going to dinner parties with her brothers Kevin and Ian in the mid-Nineties and thinking how downtrodden they looked (the hostesses were being kind as mostly everyone else had dumped them).
While they hid away in shame and what looked like poverty, Ghislaine re-emerged, and now, with some of most connected people in Manhattan. Not only was she mixing with the very rich, but she seemed to be right in the middle of the action.
In fact, she seemed to be directing traffic. Socialising was her clearly well-paid job: as the newly unsealed court documents reveal, Jeffrey Epstein urged Ghislaine Maxwell: "go to parties, deal with it" even after she was sued by Virginia Roberts in 2015.
As a New Yorker who married a Brit (we met there), I observed how easy it was for someone with a British accent and the faint whiff of poshness to forge their way into the most exclusive circles.
Brideshead Revisited (a bit like Downton Abbey now) had captured the nation's imagination. London was parochial in those days: Manhattan was where the action was.
The Brits there managed to infiltrate every circle; appearing at all the right parties and nightclubs such as Nell's and Au Bar and sharing summer houses in the Hamptons and Newport.
What was patently clear to me is that few of the wealthy Americans whose homes and clubs they frequented were invited back home.
In fact, at least two weddings I know of were based on a complete misunderstanding. She assumed he had a fortune and vice versa. In the days before pre-nups, social media and Google, appearances really could lead you astray.
Etc. etc. The drivel continues.
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