Now that P Diddy is so 2006 and becoming persona non grata among the A-listers, we’re feeling kinda sad, having finally warmed to him. There was a time (he was Puff Daddy then) when velvet ropes were unclicked instantly for the smug thug and his entourage; yet the other day he was refused a table and turned away from a nightclub in St Tropez on the French Riviera, where only a year ago he was king, famously taken to jet-skiing in formal wear. The other day he was spotted wandering around the romantic beach alone and – we like to think – crying a little. A source in the snotty resort town said, “He is so B-list here; no one even acknowledges him.” That’s just rude. Oh – that’s right – it’s France. (Source)