The media-imagined battle of the Titans - Lord Rogers of Riverside and Sir Norman Foster - continues, this time in the glossy pages of the June issue of Tatler. 'Which one of the former partners is more aesthetically pleasing?' asks its reporter, Vassi Chamberlain, breathlessly. The mini- biographies are an accurate and entertaining checklist of everything from physical attributes, family and background, to defining moments, social life and friends and pastimes. Sir Norman, 63 next month, is expecting his first child by Elena, a Spanish clinical psychologist and his third wife. His favourite piece of architecture (for those who didn't already know) is a Boeing 747. Dinner partners (the dining room atop his Battersea office can seat 40 'and still have room for gatecrashers') include Sir Terence Conran and Lord Palumbo. Score: 83 per cent. Lord Rogers, 65 in July , enjoys the company of Salman Rushdie, Michael Ignatieff, Lord Rothschild and Alan Yentob, and says the most important things in his life are 'sex, food and architecture - in that order'. His dyslexia, he says, makes him 'mentally handicapped'. But Tatler's correspondent is clearly swooning over this 'handsome devil of a man', who's 'dangerously sexy and flamboyant'. Final score: 84 per cent and Rogers wins, but only just.