Friday, April 25, 2008
Four For Friday
#1 - B list film actress who was a lead in a top ten movie from 2007 is actually bald. No hair, no fuzz, no nothing. Just wigs.
#2 - B+ actress. Barely any television. Hardly worth mentioning. Female lead of a hit film this year. New boyfriend who she met because he is also her dealer. Nothing beats free drugs.
#3 - You don't ever want to get into a relationship with this C list television actress. Foreign born, but works primarily in the US now. Here in the US has a recurring role on a very popular show, and has also worked on popular programs in her native country. When I say that you don't want to get into a relationship with her, lets just say that if you enjoy her beating the ever living crap out of you as a part of your sexual relationship than actually she may be the one for you. Seem she isn't shy about expressing it either. Guy goes on a first date with her. Ten minutes into the dinner she lays it all out. This is what she's into and if he is, or interested in it, then great, otherwise they may as well just keep it one date.
#4 - Three women in a row. OK, here is one for those who love guys. A white male reality show host who likes to pretend he is straight is enjoying wonderfully romantic times with this larger African American man who does straight porn for a living and calls himself bisexual.
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Random Photos Part One
You take a chance on a bright yellow dress and spill out some cleavage, and hey you move right to the top. I'm sure she must wear colors other than black, but I can't remember. And my stupid guy question of the day is whether that is a bumper on the bottom of her purse. Is it metal, or just shiny lame like material because it matches the parking meter. I didn't know women bought purses with that in mind, but apparently so.
See, make a change get near the top. Adam Duritz might have receive the honor almost any other day, but come on, it's Angelina Jolie and spilling cleavage and Adam Duritz is a guy in a bow tie.
Connie Britton and Tim "I love Al Pacino Hair" Daly.
Bar Refaeli and her cigars. Well for those of you who have seen Leonard in FFF, I would say that is just about the right size. You might also want to check out the Steve McQueen photo because he and Bar have something in common.
Our resident Dorian Gray, Ms. Bernadette Peters. She amazes me and just turned 60 in February. Honestly she must have 20 year old guys beating down her door.
Speaking of a beating. No, but Brittany Murphy looks atrocious. I know it is for a photoshoot, but I hate the look.
"You looking for 30 minutes or the full hour?"
What are the odds that two of Richie Sambora's exes would be in the ocean on consecutive days? What are the odds that anyone cares? Heather Locklear does look great.
You know, I have to admit that George Clooney is not a bad looking guy.
It is kind of like Friday has become salute to the Iglesias family day. Last week it was Junior and this week it is Enrique.
The one and only Mr. David Byrne.
Have you seen that Rock The Cradle show on MTV? Me either, but it is fun to look at the pictures. This is Crosby Loggins. Please don't tell me he sang "Danger Zone."
Honestly, I have never heard of Natassia Malthe, but anyone who poses like this on the red carpet makes me want to go watch every little walk on they have done. Plus she's Norwegian. Lots of readers in Norway. Maybe some inside scoop would be nice.
I think Mario Lopez should wash after this, because Clay Aiken had his hands in the very same cement a few weeks ago.
You know, if you get far enough way and don't focus too clearly, Madonna looks pretty good.
John Waters can get away with this because, he is John Waters.
I'm guessing Jennifer Garner is a biter. I don't know where that came from. Forgive me.
Wendie Malick is a drinker. Never would have guessed. Yes, that is Tyne Daly in the background.
I'm a little bit nauseating, and I'm a little bit crazy. Kind of a catchy tune.
Two days in a row for Tina Fey. Why not?
It must be Friday because I'm in a good mood and Rosie O'Donnell looks pretty good.
This is how Orlando Bloom dresses for a date with Miranda Kerr. That's why he's the movie star, and I'm the guy who lives in his parent's basement.
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Your Turn
OK, this week, I would love to see from all of you, the best viral videos you have seen all week or month or year. Whatever. Just make it good and lots of fun to watch.
I picked the Mariah Carey one from this morning because it is fun to watch her kind of lose it. If someone wants to post her meltdown on MTV that would be interesting.
As far as events, I really liked the way that Katy Perry one worked out, and I want to get people from other cities involved. So, if you want to see Landon Pigg and live in one of these cities, let me know. I think you can probably bring one guest so you don't have to go alone.
04/29 - Austin, TX - The Stubbs (small room)
05/01 - West Palm Beach, FL - Sunfest
05/05 - Chicago, IL - Schubas
05/06 - New York, NY - The Living Room
05/08 - Alexandria, VA - The Birchmere
05/09 - Philadelphia, PA - Tin Angel
06/11 - Boston, MA - Club Passim
If you want to see Tina Dico, and you live in one of these cities, let me know.
May 5 Joe's Pub New York, New York
May 6 Schubas Chicago, Illinois
May 7 The Khyber Philadelphia, PA
May 8 Ram's Head Tavern Annapolis, MD
May 9 La Sala Rossa Montreal, Quebec
May 10 Le Cercle Quebec City, Quebec
May 12 The Courthouse Toronto, Ontario
May 13 The Ark Ann Arbor, Michigan
May 15 Hotel Cafe Los Angeles, California
This requires you to write and take photos and not flake.
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Lets Talk About Spencer
This is the part that gets me. Tyra asked Spencer if he had seen it, and he said,"I would never watch that!" Pratt says. "I would rather throw up... but I know for a fact, and I would take a lie detector test."
To me this just confirms that Spencer is gay. I know many of you are women, but for a second, get in the mentality of your man. Would any straight man ever make that statement? Sure they would, but not about a 21 year old with a hot body. We might say it about some 1,000 pound woman, but honestly, we will still take a peek.
So, for Spencer to say that is just incredibly non heterosexual. Some of you might say that he was saying because his girlfriend was there and she would get jealous. Perhaps, but the statement wouldn't have been that strong.
Turns out that neither of them have seen the tape, but they know it exists 100%. Glad they have faith. Get to church, or a temple or a mosque, or an In-N-Out. They must have a God.
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Heidi Fleiss Headed To Celebrity Rehab
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NY Daily News Blind Item
Which 'sensitive' heartthrob rocker does his best work with a snoot full of booger sugar? Girls who flock to his side at NYC clubs notice he can't go but five minutes between bathroom breaks.
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Schools Don't Want Brooke Hogan
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Just In Case You Didn't See Nightline Last Night
This is Nightline from last night. Not just Jenna Miscavige, but also Astra Woodcraft who was a co-founder of Ex-Scientology Kids is also featured. Watch it, and share it. Lots of great Tom Cruise being maniacal clips as well.
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Is Oprah A Secret Scientologist?
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Didn't Take Pink Long
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Ted C Blind Item
Isn’t shopping for real estate in Hell-Ay just so fun? It really is the new Sunday to-do in the City of Fallen Mortgages. Now that houses for sale are more abundant in T-town than overpriced Fred Segal tees, everybody’s looking to make a killing, celebs and noncelebs alike. ‘Course, Fanny Fecal-Farmer is so successful already with her reality boob-tube career, she’s gone ahead and bought herself another swank Hollywood compound before unloading her present one. But uh-oh! Fanny first purchased back when the market was considerably more flush, and she was just beginning her rise to the top of the cheeky heap. She overpaid considerably.
Now she’s stuck with a million-dollar-plus job that’s probably going to take at least half that price tag to fix up. See, FFF’s a busy, horny girl. When she’s not off parading as a new, terribly authoritative star of her show, she’s back home making love to her girlfriend and letting her hillside house essentially rot to pot—not to mention allowing her adorable pooches to prance, poop and prowl all over the property, wreaking canine havoc. And since Ms. Fecal-Farmer so adores her g-friend (and the sweaty, time-consuming, mucho-athletic things they do in bed), she simply has no time to clean the damn place up. Another prob being Ms. F.F. abhors reprimanding her doggies for crapping and urinating everywhere just as much as she does training them not to. Therefore, Fanny had the most brills idea!
Since the rather attractive gal knew fixing up her pad would take more care and money than she preferred to provide, she authorized her Realtors to splash “Secluded Celebrity Retreat!” all over the advertising campaign, effectively luring additional looky-loos. And just when potential buyers are about to flee, due to the urine and dog excrement collections everywhere, Fanny just happens to come home, unexpectedly, and—voilà !—the “celebrity” is revealed, thereby assuring some sort of purchasing incentive.
Hasn’t worked, so far. House ain’t movin’, and it’s stinkier than ever.
(Though, must admit, fooled lookers have enjoyed the sex-toy display in the bedroom, very impressive, Fan-hon!)
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Thursday, April 24, 2008
Today's Blind Items
#1 - Just because you are a male Dove Award winner doesn't mean you are above doing a little meth huh? Kind of seems hypocritical, but that's just me. Did you get off the hillbilly heroin yet, or are you still doing that as well? And, no it isn't Vince Gill. If he was doing meth he wouldn't be 50 pounds overweight.
#2 - This used to be B list actor on a hit comedy network show is now C list and hopefully fading fast. BIG dater this guy. Decided that he wanted to give the ladies a little something extra and so had a piercing inserted into a place that 99.999999999999999% of guys would say no thanks. Since he got it installed (is that the right word?) it has just been one big infection, and numerous trips to the doctor. Needless to say, unless his plan included giving the ladies a pus infected mess, he probably ain't getting any for a very long time.
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Random Photos Part One
Did Annabella Sciorra get knocked up and no one told me? Because this is kind of ruining my the porn music running through my head as I imagine her and Padma Lakshmi.
Wow. I think Vince Gill needs to take up a new sport other than golf. It is obviously not a weight loss sport. Amy Grant looks delightful. People wanted new adjectives and of course the first one that comes out of my head is a James Lipton one.
I am willing to wager that you won't see Alice Cooper on the Op Bus tour selling out to Wal-Mart.
The Lemonheads - Los Angeles
I know I said I wouldn't bring anything up about the you know what in the oven, and I keep my word. This photo is just here because I think Ellen looks charming. Delicious is next up on the sheet, but that would seem wrong. Very wrong.
Well, if you got $50 pal, you can probably get more than high five.
Carmen Electra is engaged. She just loves those musicians. And Dennis Rodman. This guy is Rob Patterson.
haha haha haha haha haha haha haha haha haha haha. Oh, I have tears running down my face.
Gretchen Wilson - Dallas
Gwyneth Paltrow looking delicious (told you) two days in a row which would be consecutively if I wanted to use less words. It does seem kind of Shirley Maclaine-ish, but it works.
Finally, I can play with myself in public and not be arrested.
Fred Durst morphs into Richard Hatch.
Someone just needs to explain this one to me.
I was wondering where all the women who sold roses at bars went. They went to Korea and sell them at award ceremonies. Probably charge more, but less drunks trying to hit on women, so it is probably a wash.
Julianne Moore in Paris Vogue.
Have no idea what she is doing, because she didn't get that big when she was pregnant. I will tune in to the first episode, but more for Marc, rather than her. I want to see that guy, and their interaction.
Iman on consecutive days is always a pleasure. Actually she could just move in.
Mary J. Blige and Prince. No, wait that's Jada Pinkett Smith. Happy Halloween????
Mick Jones - Los Angeles
A couple of things. First, this photo was taken in Australia where it is now our October so technically after Labor Day. Plus, I want to know how Tom Cruise managed to hollow his shoes out and convert them to heels so quickly.
Mandisa - Nashville
I like to spice things up for you because I know you are like the Governor and want fresh meat. This is from l to r Lote Tuqiri, Tim Cahill, and John Alosi.
Looks like Steve Martin stopped by Matthew Broderick's house on the way over.
Well to give Sienna Miller her dues, at least she is wearing clothes.
"So, let me get this straight. You call each other every morning and pick out a turban color everyone wears."
Tonight is the night. After weeks of delays from the CO$, the interview with Jenna Miscavige is finally going to air tonight on Nightline. Set the DVR's, and buckle in for the ride.
Molly Shannon looks penguinriffic.
Wycleaf Jean can't quite reach around to get the tag off.
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One For The Little Guys
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Daily Mirror Blind Item
Which ex-soap hunk is secretly pursuing another man? The fella in question thinks he's well in there, but it's his ex-girlfriend's best pal...
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Method Acting?
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The Hoff Is No More
This is devastating news. Seriously. I love the name The Hoff, and I can't see why he gave it up. This is like Kramer selling all his stories to J. Peterman. The problem I see down the road for Dave is the fact that he and his ex don't usually get along. Next time they fight, you might see a whole line of shirts that say Nobody Loves Little Boys Like The Hoff. Oh, it wouldn't have his photo, and it would look innocent, but it would set the trend. There are lots of things she can do with that catchphrase also.
David or Dave just isn't as much fun as saying The Hoff. Dave kind of belongs to David Letterman, so then it would have to be David. Lots of Davids in the world, and I hate spelling Hasselhoff. I'm too lazy to find the photo spread I did last year of The Hoff, but I'm going to miss him. Him being The Hoff. The Hoff allowed you to actually enjoy the joke of David Hasselhoff, much the same way that Priceline allowed you to love William Shatner and got him a show that didn't involve TJ or Hookers. On the bright side for DH, he does keep his companies called Hasselhits, Hasseltunes and Hoffstuff. Unfortunately for him HHH is also taken. How about Ha Ha Ho. Can't believe the Hoff is gone. Need some kind of sad music and then the red M&M comes up and gives me a hug.
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The Ex Governor Enjoyed Using Toys---On Himself
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Amy Winehouse Is Losing It Fast
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Good Memories Gone Bad
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DNfromMN - Movie Review - Baby Mama
Release Date: 4/25/08
The Story: Kate (Tina Fey) is a career woman who can’t get pregnant. She finds a surrogate mom in Angie (Amy Poehler). Hijinks ensue.
My bias: I love everyone cast in this movie (except Dax Shepard).
I have to say, after seeing the trailers a zillion times, I was a little scared that this movie would be bad. I mean, really, hasn’t this been done before? Dax Shepard?! Really?
It’s good, but it’s not as good as Mean Girls (not saying that MG is the ultimate definition of comedy, but it is another Tina Fey product). If you’re familiar with 30 Rock, this has as many hits and misses as a typical episode.
I wanted more Maura Tierney (as Kate’s sister). The “poop or chocolate” joke from the trailer killed me when I first saw it, and it killed me again watching the movie.
And Greg Kinnear as Kate’s potential love interest is the charming self he was back in the days when he used to host Talk Soup on E!
If you don’t like Amy Poehler or Tina Fey’s sense of humor, you’re going to hate this movie. The bulk of it is them having fun together.
So why isn’t this as good as it could have been? Everything you expect to happen, happens. There’s no surprise. There’s no depth. As much as Tina and Amy have talked about how they added depth and gave their characters emotional arcs, I didn’t see it. There are arcs, but they’re predictable.
Husbands and boyfriends may feel a little left out on this movie. It’s a women power movie, it doesn’t exclude the guys, but it’s definitely more a Women Rock! vibe.
Bonus: You find out early, but Tina Fey’s boss is someone familiar and he’s a riot.
What it’s worth: I wanted more, but I laughed. Darling Boyfriend laughed more than I’ve seen him laugh in weeks. The audience clapped. We’ll go with a solid $9. People will enjoy this movie, they may see it a couple of times, but in the end, it’s a little forgettable based on how predictable it is. You’ll feel like you got your money’s worth spending the evening with Tina and Amy. Take the girlfriends out to this one, make it a fun girl’s night out.
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NY Daily News Blind Item
Which gorgeous Latina actress is said to have a Sapphic relationship with her hair stylist?
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Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Today's Blind Items - Kindness
I feel like most of the kindness items lately have revolved around women. That is all well and good, but it is nice to hear that guys can be kind as well. This one involves an actor who would be A list by the definition that he is the star of a long running dramatic television series. Films? He's done a couple, but is really known for his television role. Age? Not old, not aging, but not in his twenties anymore either.
Our actor is married, and she should be included as well in this kindness since she is part of it. Every two weeks or so, no matter where he is, our actor stops into a local toy store. Generally a big chain, but no love from me since they make him pay retail. Our actor spends $1000 every two weeks like clockwork. When he was filming and kept going to the same store every two weeks, someone asked him why he was buying so many toys every few weeks.
Turns out our actor, stockpiles about 75% of the toys he buys all year long and at Christmas time donates them all to organizations like Toys For Tots, etc. The other 25% he sends to various children's hospitals throughout the year.
You know the best part? The guy doesn't need publicity to keep doing it.
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Random Photos Part One
The amazing Amber Tamblyn was on Capitol Hill yesterday to talk about affordable birth control which is an issue that is incredibly important to her. (ECA)
Somehow I don't think Brian Grazer is going to get a second date.
I know I posted a photo of Ashton Kutcher from this premiere yesterday, BUT, I thought he deserved another shot because he spent two hours. That's right. Two hours signing autographs at the premiere. That was a very nice thing to do.
Do you get the feeling that Andrew Keegan probably has some interesting things he could share?
Ariana Huffington looks amazing. Hey, you should all know by know that I am not above kissing butt when appropriate and this seems like a very good butt to kiss.
If it had not been for Amber, David Bowie and Iman would have been on top. They are celebrity. They are class. Plus, they each became famous for actually doing something.
In the adorable photo of the day this is Connie Talbot from Britain's Got Talent. Part of her world tour in Korea.
Gerard Butler said he wouldn't ever kiss Cameron Diaz because she was ugly, but he has been making out with Cheryl Burke. I'm not sure that is a step up from Cameron.
Brian J. White in his first appearance in the photos.
Brett Ratner and "guest." Don't you just love that term?
Hopefully Jason Lewis got to keep some of that booze. That stuff is good drinking.
Gwyneth Paltrow actually looks really good.
Gayle King showed up without a guy, or Oprah. She looks good though.
I need a posse. 50 Cent brought a posse for his trip to the Australian MTV Music Awards. If I had a posse you think I could get them all to wear the same shoes?
Dita von Teese is also schilling for the liquor company, and looks incredible.
Maybe it is the perv in me, but I really like the low waisted jeans better. Minka Kelly looks good, but I like the bare stomach look.
My weekly photo of Miranda Kerr.
Mischa Barton's hair grows at some astronomical rate that must boggle scientists. That is some big hair. Not Al Pacino big, but big.
The rumors are true. Jessica Simpson does rub male crotches.
So I guess I am forgiven, and so Jamie Lynn Sigler gets back on the photos.
Robert DeNiro and the always lovely Grace Hightower.
I must be in a good mood because Nicole Richie looks good also. Is that a bodyguard? Come on.
Pierre Antonio with the best PR person in LA, Nicole Elieff.
Want to make all your troubles go away? Go to the UN, and flash all the world's representatives your breasts.
I get the feeling that if Maria Shriver were born about ten years later she would have tats and body piercings.
Zoe Kravitz looks amazing.
Hey, it's a Wiggle with his own family. I bet that kid hates sing a long time though.
Shakira was also on Capitol Hill yesterday, and for some reason had male staffers following her all day long to listen to her ideas.
Sarah Harding seems a bit irked. I guess she thought the Wii was actually a vibrator.
I miss the old RuPaul.
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3 Readers A Girl And Cheap Beer
First we have Sarah. Sarah has her own great blog, and turned out to be a life saver because she brought not only a camera, but a video camera as well and so it is her photos and videos that bring the two written pieces together.
Josie779 has been commenting forever and is my kind of woman. She notices the same things I do and so in a way it was kind of like me being there except in the body of a woman, and Josie is hotter, and thinner.
Finally, there is Richard. Richard is a real writer. A guy who deserves much better than a gossip blog currently being overrun by Miley Cyrus fans sneaking a peek at her bra.
Let me see if I can weave everything together. Josie will be the italics.
With the promise of “loads of free booze and drinks” I accepted EL’s offer to attend a VIP acoustic performance by Katy Perry. Who? You know, Katy Perry, the one who is named “music’s latest ‘It’ girl” by an unnamed source in her promotional materials. The one that Teen People named “One to Watch” and Blender Magazine called the “Next Big Thing.” Still nothing? You may not have realized who she is, but surely you have heard her songs on MTV’s series The Hills, or the Oxygen Network’s reality series Fight Girls, or in the 2005 film, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Wrong demographic? You’re lucky.
I was to make you all feel as if you'd been there with me. I felt a little like a Charlie's Angel, handed an awesome assignment from a faceless man, location unknown. My mission? Fun! Snark! Whiskey!! (Ok, I added the whiskey part but I was pretty sure EL would approve).
Sporting skinny jeans, my glasses with the heavy black plastic frames and a pair of Church’s brogues that I bought at a second hand store, I looked ready to head out to Williamsburg on the L train. Instead I took the #1 train down from Columbia to West 23rd Street for Katy’s meet & greet. At 7:15 I stepped off the elevator and into a crowd waiting to get in. Wow! The event started at 7:00 and already there is a fracas at the door because people whose names aren’t on the list want to get in. Thanks EL, this is going to be great. The woman at the door was nice and let them in. Of those I observed while I was waiting to get in, no one’s name was on the list. The same was true for me, but we were all allowed in and told to go get a drink.
I made my way through the crowd in the tiny reception area to a room that was smaller than my parent’s rec room and decorated in a similar manner. I scanned the room for a bar and realized that the large, red plastic ice chest on a side table was it. I went over and fished the last Bud Lite out of the icy water. Next to the ice chest there were several aluminum trays with a few smashed tacos from Burritoville (I assume they didn’t just use left over Burritoville paper napkins). The other guests should be thankful that I was there to take the last Bud Lite because then, and only then, a second ice chest was hauled onto the table and this one contained regular Bud and cans of Vitamin Water. Columbia may not be known as a party school, but even by our standards, this was a bit sad.
I didn't really know what to expect when I arrived in Chelsea and knew even less what to expect when the elevator opened on a plain ole office space for the PR firm. Aside from being about a bazillion degrees and smelling strongly of BO (sorry, but it did), it was tiny! There was a decent-sized crowd and I parked myself on a small couch and started looking for people I recognized. Katy aside, I really don't think there were any other celebrities there. And, I mean, I'm a person who ALWAYS thinks they've seen a celebrity, even when they haven't. I have thought I saw Tim Robbins like 12 times. And I almost lost a friendship over whether or not that guy who told me I had a napkin on my foot at The Spotted Pig was actually Orlando Bloom or just some dude who happened to look, talk, dress, and sound exactly like him (I still maintain I'm right). I started chatting up an NYU student who is going to work for the Warped Tour this summer, doing online interviews and blogging (dream job, anyone??) and another woman who writes for Elle.com and who managed to pull off the most rockin' pair of bright pink tights I have ever seen. And I'm a child of the 80s, my friends. Chatting was all fine and good, but I wasn't about to forget Part III of my mission (whiskey) so I strolled on over to the food area and my only choice of beverage was Budweiser and Bud Light. I know, I know, those who drink free booze should not complain, but couldn't they at least buy Bud in a bottle rather than a can?
With Bud Lite in hand, I was feeling relaxed and ready to eavesdrop. “Queens isn’t part of Long Island.” …“I went to the Bronx once.”… “’I don’t go above 14th Street .’ ‘But we’re on 23rd Street .”…”This area doesn’t have a name. It isn’t Chelsea ; it isn’t the Flatiron; there really isn’t a name for where we’re located.”… At this point an earnest looking guy in a white Lacoste shirt put his hand on my arm and said, “we’re going to start the performance in a couple of minutes.” Did I look like I was getting ready to bolt? Did he think I came only for the Bud Lite?
At 7:45, Katy perched herself on a stool and readied her guitar. Quirky Lolita sunglasses perched atop her head, a red & white polka dot halter that one might see Vargas pin-up wearing framed her cleavage, feet shod in pink pumps that added a bit of 80s retro-glam, and a watermelon pin and banana bracelet that lent an air of gravitas to her indie artist status (or was I supposed to read the jewelry as funky and edgy?).
So, after some time Katy and a fellow guitar player pulled up stools and treated the crowd to an acoustic performance of a few songs off her upcoming album One of the Boys, to be released June 17, 2008. It was a real treat to hear Katy play her songs in a simple, acoustic way that really highlighted her lyrics and voice, which is surprisingly blues-y when she wants it to be. Katy herself is as adorable as you'd expect and looks so much like Zoey Deschanel it's sort of unbelievable. She was wearing high-waisted bright green pants, a very busty red and white polka dotted top and bright pink high heels. Somehow it worked for her even though if I wore that ensemble I would just look like a giant watermelon.
Finally, she sings and we are treated to one uninteresting song after another. Her lyrics might sound insightful in the Jager Meister fueled haze of a dorm room party (she cites Alanis Morissette as a musical influence). Okay, if we just look at lyrics, there are many songs that fall short. Why do those songs stick with us? Usually they have something else going for them, like a great tune or a strong voice singing. I didn’t hear any great tunes so let’s move on to Katy’s voice. Just as Nicole Kidman uses head twitches to convey the emotions her frozen countenance cannot express, Katy tries to convey emotion and hide a weak voice by sliding and swooping between notes.

After three songs (though honestly, I lost count since they all blended together), Katy announces she going to perform her recently released single, “UR So Gay.” What would Marge Garber and Camille Paglia say about this song? Upset that she fell in love with a guy and can’t get him out of her head, Katy is not about to stoop to the level of Carrie Underwood and dig a key into the side of his 4 wheel drive or take a Louisville slugger to both headlights (how the hell do I even know that song?). No, Katy is more old school – more second grade actually -- and call him gay and let everyone know that he is a Ken doll because there is “nothing there” when he pulls down his pants.
Katy wants a real man. She is tired of these guys who listen to Mozart (while they jerk off), read Hemingway, drive electrical (sic) cars, and wear more makeup than she does. She doesn’t want some enlightened guy who is comfortable with his sexuality (got that Sean Avery?). No, she wants the kind of guy who will be sucked in by the Betty Grable top she is wearing. I could write my honors thesis on the sartorial subliminal messages that top is sending (not to mention the fruit salad she is wearing as jewelry). Who needs psychotherapy when your top reveals so much. That top is a signpost to that bygone era when men went off to work with a lunch pail and women squirreled away a little of the household money to buy a new Lilly Dasché hat.
After the brief show Katy hung around and chatted with the guests. I introduced myself to her with the blogger from Warped Tour (for those who don't know, Katy̢۪s on Warped Tour this summer). The following items were covered during our chat:
--Katy playing NYC for the first time.
--How nervous/excited she is to be on Warped Tour this summer, especially since her boyfriend is on the same tour with his band (Travis McCoy from Gym Class, I think) and they'll actually get to spend some time together.
--How much I wish I was going on Warped Tour this summer with Katy and the blogger, rather than working my lame 9-5:00. Seriously, I need to be a music blogger and/or musician. It's way cooler than my life.

You can’t be an ironic hipster when you take yourself so seriously. Maybe what Katy really needs is an actual gay man since they are the ones who want to get married, have a kid and buy the nice two bedroom colonial in Maplewood , NJ . I can guarantee they won’t be playing Katy Perry on their Bose sound system.
After that people started packing up and heading home. Overall it was a really unique experience and as Katy's star continues to rise I'll be even more glad I got to see her in such a personal setting. It wasn't a "shenanigans in the bathroom" type of event (sorry Brendalove, I know that was your special request), but it was a rare opportunity to see someone whose career is about to take off in directions most of us can only imagine.
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Daily Mirror Blind Item
Which drag queen - having "relations" with a former boy-bander - doesn't know whether he prefers him as a man or a woman because he always insists the wig stays on?
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Katie Holmes Is Upset? I'm Upset
Wow. Those CO$ PR guys are getting really good. I just wish they could figure out a better way to spin a $100,000 birthday party for a kid who won't even remember it. How can you possibly justify spending $100K on a party for a 2 year old? How do you manage to spend $100K? I know, I know, I saw what they bought, but seriously, do you think the kid would have minded if you had got an ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins? No, she wouldn't mind, because ice cream and cake are good and all she probably wanted to do was run around and play with all the balloons anyway. That is probably what made Suri happier than anything.
You know I gave the Whore a bunch of crap about whining about her Bentley, but at least she got something that will last longer than her relationship to Reggie Bush or her career for her money. What did Suri Cruise get? Nothing because she won't remember it. It was $100,000 spent and gone to never come back. I don't know if Tom did it because his d**k is small or he has to try and show off to the world. I hope he didn't do just because Suri is Daddy's little girl.
Lets go back and see how much he spent on the birthdays of Connor and Isabella when they were two. Exclusive of any vehicles he may have purchased, does anyone think that Tom Cruise has spent $100K combined on his two kids for all their birthdays combined? Yeah, but if he did it is probably really close. Oh, and to be clear I am combining both kids for all the years and seeing if you get $100K.
I'm surprised he has that much to spend. Movie career not going so well. Commissions are probably down at the church, what with all the negative publicity, but go ahead and spend $100K for your ego. Oh, and next time wear your tennis shoes first so you don't look like the biggest dork to ever walk the planet.
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Orlando Brown Is Missing
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Shirley Temple Has A Secret Admirer
Anyway, Army's column this week is about his birthday wishes to Shirley Temple who turns 80 today. Army does a little recap of her life and, honestly doesn't make her seem like the most friendly person in the world. Maybe Army was cranky, I don't know.
I wouldn't have really even brought it to your attention, except for the lone reader comment on the article.
Please forward this to Shirley.
Happy Birthday Shirley. So sorry you had an accident.
It's only temporary and in short time you'll be good as new.
Just wanted to say it's my birthday too. My 82nd. Needless to say I grew up watching and admiring you.
About 30 years ago I happened to be shopping in the same book shop, in California that you were in. Wanted to say Hello and tell you we share the same birthday but I hesitated as I wanted to give you, your privacy. So I admired you from a distance.
Again, Happy Birthday and a wishing you a speedy recovery.
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$20,000 A Night For Heather Mills
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You Can Only Fake It So Long
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NY Daily News Blind Item
Which A-list actor with a long-suffering wife is not only a serial philanderer (we knew that) but a major cokehead (that's news!)? He makes bathroom trips every five minutes at his favorite L.A. club and likes to have a young woman seated on his lap.
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Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Today's Blind Items
#1 - Apparently during the WGA strike this B/C list actor on a very hit show for women must have read too many self help books. He decided that what the cast and crew needed each day was recognition and encouragement. So, to reward good deeds and good behavior, our actor started handing out $5 Starbucks gift cards to each guy on the set who does something good, and to the women he hands out certificates for a 20 minute massage. Oh, not from a professional masseuse. Oh no. They are all from our actor. And the certificates? Hand drawn. Nice huh?
#2 - This A list country singer was at a middle school within the last month to give a little speech and do a song or two. Before entering the school he spent twenty minutes doing line after line of coke, and when he got out of the school, did the very same thing. I bet you think the speech was about staying off drugs, but it wasn't. It was about why you should fear and obey God. See, it was a private, religious middle school and our singer is very pro-God. Obviously very pro-drugs as well.
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Random Photos Part One
Due to the woeful program known as Blogger, the photos are out of order today and I am not even sure that all of them somehow ended up here, so forgive me if the snarkiness doesn't have the usual flow. OK, well it never really has flow, but in my mind it is like butter.
Ashton Kutcher returns to his modeling roots. All he needs now is to replace that bomber jacket with something from Members Only and he is set. This is from a premiere in London tonight and I didn't see any photos of Demi Moore. Of course they might not all be uploaded yet, but it would be interesting if she let him off his leash alone to a foreign country.
Adrian Grenier is in Hawaii filming the new season of Entourage. Can't come soon enough.
Why am I guessing that Bette Midler didn't have anything to do with that tree getting put in the ground? They didn't even give her a shovel with dirt on it.
There is supposed to be a photo of Bette Midler below this writing where she is wearing a dress, and out at the opera. It was going to play off the contrast between day and night and probably have some reference to Charlie perfume. However, on Blogger all I see is a big X. Should the photo pop up later, I didn't want you to be confused if there was no writing.
OK. New reality game for you. You can save one of the following two people from dying in a horrific accident of your choosing. "Who You Gonna Save?" Its the game that really shows celebrities who cares and how far they have fallen.
I like when Colin Firth doesn't always come across as the nice guy he is. Gives him a bit of Eddie Izzard without the lace.
Honestly, who would have been a better Trixie? On a side note, I'm already tired of the Speed Racer publicity machine and it is only going to get much worse.
Christopher Meloni for you ladies, and gentleman of a certain persuasion. And by persuasion I mean someone who doesn't care that his two front teeth don't match the rest of his teeth.
Diane Kruger and Joshua Jackson at the opera. Love that Tom Cruise, Napoleon pose Joshua is sporting there.
Do you think David Gest actually ever had sex with Liza Minelli. I mean just for kicks.
Hilary Duff is playing the game that two little lattes are much better than one huge giant latte.
Eva Mendes at the opera. Looks a little shell shocked. It's ok. Let me tell you what happens. People fall in love in the first 5 minutes. They then suffer through joy and sorrow for an hour and then at the end someone dies.
Jimmy Choo just in case no one has ever seen him.
OK. Here's the deal. Everyone knows I think Heather and Caroline are a great couple. However, lesbians must follow the same rule as everyone else on the red carpet. Keep your distance. No sex, or excessive showboating of your relationship. Go to the bathroom and have sex like normal people. Or Russell Brand.
I honestly don't even remember what I was going to say about Lake Bell. She looks good though. Pained, but good.
Kate McGarrigle and Rufus Wainwright.
If Matthew Broderick had been alone I would have put him on top tonight. Yes, he's wearing the same shoes he has worn for the past month, but he took off the tie and looks 15 years younger. Ties are good, just not the ones he was wearing. Mr. Roper should not be your fashion role model.
Matthew Fox. Again with the Speed Racer. Get used to seeing him over and over and over again.
How can Matthew Modine look so damn good? Seriously.
Now, let me give Stefano Pilati a few words of advice. Try and sleep in a separate bedroom. If not, do not make Naomi angry before falling asleep.

I'm sure Natalie Imbruglia is trying to demonstrate something, but I can't quite figure it out. Airplane announcements? Intricate version of wax on wax off?
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What Does It Take To Endanger A Child?

Richie "I should have a wing named after me in rehab" Sambora was charged with two counts of DUI, but prosecutors declined to file any child endangerment charges against Sambora. Sambora allegedly had a blood level of .13 which is almost double the legal limit of .08.
There were two minors in the car when Sambora was pulled over. Two kids. My feeling is that if Richie was involved in an accident and the kids got hurt, then and only then would they have been endangered. Apparently as long as you just drink and drive, kids in the car are in no danger and the kids on the road with their parents in other cars are in no danger.
From what TMZ was told, the rank and file police officers didn't want Richie charged with child endangerment. Why? Is he going to play a free concert for the cops and say, "thanks." Are they running around on the weekends reliving their high school days by hitting on chicks with big hair and singing "Livin On A Prayer."
What the prosecutors are saying by declining to add the charge is that it is perfectly fine to go ahead and drink and and drive and go ahead and bring the kids along while you do so. "Hell, if you have a big enough car we don't even care if they are in a seat belt or child seat. Strap them onto the hood if you want. We don't want to inconvenience a celebrity by alleging they were endangering a kid. Call ahead next time and we will go ahead and let you have the whole highway just to yourself. Oh, and when the kids become teenagers, go ahead and let them head over to the clubs on Sunset. We know they aren't 21 or anything but we think it is ok for them to go ahead and drink underage."
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Daily Mirror Blind Item
Which up and coming British actress, who claims her slender frame is simply due to being in the public eye, is really keeping weight off thanks to a diet of champagne and Colombian marching powder?
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BAFTA Snark
When our guest writer from the last BAFTA event offered to do it all over again for the television version, I said, "yes please." That was kind of too Mike Myers-ish wasn't it? I need to work on that. Enjoy the report.
The 2008 BAFTA Television Awards (aka 'Always bring a back-up dress')
Hello everyone! Two things before I get started-
1. I missed the red carpet and actual ceremony because of a serious dress malfunction. Here's the story with that:
The car that was going to take us to the awards ceremony had arrived downstairs. My husband an I made our way down to the main courtyard of the hotel, and I was feeling really good. I was wearing what was by far my favorite gown in the history of the world, which was no mean feat (if you have tried on formal wear with a small pregnancy bump and an ever-expanding rib cage). I had a little trouble getting into the thing, but I had certainly worn tighter gowns than this one. So we sashayed through the hotel lobby, to the waiting car, filled with the usual anticipation, excitement and nervousness. I got into my side and as soon as I sat down I felt the whole zipper go. I felt in the back, and yep, it had opened from the bottom and was stuck wide open, with my black Spanx exposed for the world to see. I panicked and felt what could be only described as a little bit of a throw-uppy taste in my mouth. Chaos ensued- first we got out of the car, and in front of everyone outside Paul attempted to move the zipper up and down, while I stood, then leaned over, then jumped up and down. We beat a hasty retreat to my room, where somehow I managed to get the dress off and surveyed the damage. Long story short, that damn zipper was broken and there was NO WAY we were going to make the red carpet and the ceremony. BAFTAs always happen on a Sunday and for those of you not familiar with England, the county shuts down after 4pm. No shops are open, so I couldn't run out and gt another dress. Yes, in London. But we knew we might still make the dinner and the afterparty, both of which were downstairs. After a few humiliating phone calls downstairs to cancel the car, and to ask for extra safety pins and thread, and the whole entire hotel staff knowing what was going on, I began the work of sewing like the wind. The blog must go on! My husband took a photo of the damage and the BAFTA tickets for any doubters out there.
I took about half an hour to figure out how the hell I was going to fix the dress, and then began the process. After about two hours of sewing the zipper up and then sewing my wrap into the back of the dress (the wrap was remarkably like the dress and I was sooo lucky I bought it, or the night would have been a write-off), and much of the trial-and-error process, I had an acceptable patch-up job. The only thing was that because the wrap was so long and floaty, when walking and going up and down stairs, I would have to jack-up both the front and back of the dress so that no one stood on the patch-up job and ruined the dress permanently.
Okay, so as I said the dinner and the after-party were at our hotel. So we went downstairs to the main cocktail bar, and our seat looked onto both the front pavement where everyone would be arriving from the ceremony, and also a glass door which on the other side was the press room where the winners stood for photos. Most of the view into the press room was restricted, but we did get to see Joanna Lumley looking radiant in an orange dress. She's so tall! I must admit as a psychotic fan of Ab Fab, I was extremely star struck. But I couldn't get to her- that glass door was locked. My husband and I decided to head down to the ballroom as people were now arriving.

We proceeded downstairs to the ballroom, which I have to say looked the best it has ever looked. Somehow they managed to get all 150+ tables on the main floor. The centrepieces were huge- vases with massive what looked like forsythia stems sticking out with magenta orchids hanging from the bows. It looked amazing, but the problem was you couldn't see across the vast majority of the tables to find who you might be looking for. I was looking for about 10 different people including commissioners but could barely see anything. Then the random bird and jungle sounds kicked in over the loud speakers. I grabbed my machete and had a walk around the parameter of the 'rain forest'- it was so crowded between the tables, and I was terrified someone was going to step on the back of my dress so I had to mind my Ps and Qs. But here's some of the stuff I saw in the main ballroom before/during/just after dinner (by the way dinner was duck and mashed potato in a square with green veggies and bread but no dinner plate. I don't eat duck, so I had this squash cooked whole with stuff in it). Anyway, here's what I saw:
Oh, before that, here's number 2 disclaimer: if you aren't interested in British television, you probably won't know who most/any of these people are. Just an advance warning.
Here goes:
The Top Gear guys (The Hampster and James May) flew by in a blur, obviously not wanting to speak with anyone at that moment - I decided next year I am going to stand by with a sharp pair of scissors open and ready because that is obviously the only way they are going to get those god-awful haircuts sorted out.
Paul Merton and wife first glancing down the stairs at the main ballroom floor then wandering around either looking for someone through the tropical maze or just having a wander. He's really tall and her dress was awful- complete with red feather boa I believe. I could be wrong about that. But the effect was the same- I kept expecting to see her slinking about on the grand piano in the other room, signing songs and trying to mentally seduce drunk businessmen.

The Gold Blend lady had a lovely brown dress on but everyone kept stepping on it, so she kept unexpectedly stopping in her tracks.
Kirsty Allsopp looked good. She has terrible dress sense at these events, but she looks like a 1950s pinup so I give her a wide berth on the style thing.
Like a pimple, Piers Morgan kept popping up everywhere. Ugh. Why is it that the one person who I wouldn't bother to cross the street to sh*t on was always in my line of vision? The whole night?! Damn you, Piers Morgan!

Some of the Apprentice contestants were there (including Trey who was dancing at the party later on, complete with jacket and tie off, and unbuttoned collar). I never saw the Suge (probably jetted off to have a late-night strategy meeting with the Queen, the Prime Minister, and Dubya) but his right-hand man Slugworth (he looks like Slugworth from Willy Wonka, so that's what I call him) partied all night- he does wear that pigsh*t-smelling expression all the time. By the end of the night he was sitting down with a lady, comparing business cards. I think that's foreplay for corporate types.
The genius that is Heston Blumenthal standing near his table with his production team joking around. If you don't know who he is, google him. He owns the Fat Duck, the highest rated restaurant in the world, and his approach to food is almost like chemistry. He does a show called In Search of Perfection, in which he finds out how to make the perfect pizza, or roast chicken, or cheeseburger, or whatever. Yum. Drool.
Dame Judi Dench came down the stairs and dropped something right in front of me. She is teeny tiny and her skin glows. Unfortunately I could not pick up the scarf (couldn't risk ripping the dress by bending down) and so she did it. It looked like she was wearing black velvet jammies. Then she went off with her entourage to find her table. My mother will kill me for not saying anything to her, but how do you start a conversation with Dame Judi Dench?
My husband met his goal of getting his photo taken with the legend and BAFTA Lifetime Achievement award winner Bruce Forsythe. Brucie Bonus (that's his nickname here) seemed pretty nice and did quite well at the party for an 80+ year old.

Tess Daly needs to get the hell over herself. She may have looked beautiful (especially if you like big sugar-spun satin dresses a la Barbie circa 1985), but she was swishing around annoying the hell out of me. She's not popular with production people- she once had a runner fired because they called her Tessa instead of Tess. She is a bit of a Tessa, that's for sure.
One of my ultimate geniuses and favorite comedy writer Graham Linehan (he wrote the IT Crowd, Father Ted and co-wrote the first series of Black Books) and his gorgeous wife were sitting a few tables away. I spoke to them last year- but they seemed deep in conversation so I left them to it. But I still basked in his genius as I walked by. Being in his proximity is always like the first day of warm sunshine in spring. Actually the IT Crowd table was a few tables away. I love the IT Crowd- it is one of the best comedies to emerge from Britain in years. But Richard Ayoade and Katherine Parkinson were missing- at least I didn't see them during dinner. Meh.
Kelly Brook's ti*s are really quite nice- photos don't do her justice, and that's saying something. Her dress/stole combination was a bit silly though- she looked like she was dressed for one of those old fashioned gangster photoshoots you get at Six Flags. She can do sooo much better. She came stag- no Billy in tow.
Ross Kemp was nice as always, but you could see and feel the steam rising from his head about not being nominated for his show in Afghanistan. It should have been nominated- it totally kicked arse. He was defo nicer than last year and less in demand in terms of people talking to him.
At the after party:
Some of the Holby City lot were running around, but I was not about to encourage them with a smile or a congrats- that is one god awful show. And I am still annoyed about the scandal of Coronation Street not being nominated as best soap of the year.
Simon Amstell looked bemused at everyone and everything, complete with smirk, like he does all the time. During the party he was always chatting to people, but there were also others circling him who were internally debating whether they should chat with him. I couldn't say I blame them- Amstell is hilarious, but his tongue is visceral and his victims know no mercy.
Alan Carr (comedian, not the anti-smoking guy) was receiving well-wisher after well-wisher with good humour- at one point this man asked if his wife could take a photo with him- he says yes and she sits on his lap! You should have seen his face. That's the closest his d*ck has ever been to vag- I think I heard its muffled scream at one point.
Harry Hill looked quite pleased with himself after winning two awards that night. And he should. TV Burp has always been hilarious. But holy hell, my boy needs to eat something. His skin is grey, like a life-time vegan who doesn't sensibly combine proteins. He was very sweet, but I kept expecting him to keel over from hunger. I kept my arms out expecting to catch him at any point. This confused him.
The ever adorable and super nice David Mitchell (of Michell and Webb- google their sketches on Youtube) had been a few tables away during dinner, and stayed through the party. As always, he was super-sweet and cordial. He looked brilliant and very slim and very happy, despite not winning best actor. He was surrounded by friends, camped out in the most inconvenient place at the top of the stairs. You could see him getting progressively sozzled throughout the night (actually as I was in pregnant-sober mode I saw just about everyone go through this process). He nearly got crushed by the door at the top of the stairs at one point. Rob Webb was ecstatic all night. For Rob that means he cracked a few smiles. Usually at these things he looks very grumpy. Maybe he was happy because his comedy partner David didn't win? Dunno, he's always struck me that way- jealous.
Martin Kemp from Spandau Ballet walked near the coat check completely immersed in a text message. He looked like he did NOT want to be approached. He does look good for his age, and the hair thickening products are obviously working a treat. But for the next hour after I saw him I had the song Gold running through my head. It was annoying.
James Cordin from Gavin and Stacey was lording it (that means he was smug and proud) over everyone with a shit-eating grin on his face. He wasn't the only one who looked shocked over his win for best comedy actor.
Steve Pemberton from The League of Gentlemen (if you haven't heard of it but love surreal comedy, please please please get your hands on the dvds)- having a good time, but he seemed not too enthusiastic about speaking with anyone he didn't know. I was torn- I love League and wanted a chat, and he plays my favourite character Pauline, but I am also an introvert and struggle speaking with people who I don't know. Generally.
Tamzin Outhwaite having a big-time preggers glow, carrying the baby very well (she seems to have a perfect big bump, but no weight anywhere else, bitch). But the gown was Miami rich old lady blue, and completely unsuitable for her tone of skin.
The Eastenders lot were all over the place- I never saw them as a collective. During the party, twin ginger mingers Max and Bradley off Eastenders (can't remember their real names) were scanning the place like they were on the pull. I couldn't decide who was who's wingman- too busy wretching and holding back vomit. Bradley isn't actually that bad looking but he has a problem with ruddiness- at the point I saw them he looked like someone had smeared melted black raspberry ice cream all over his face and neck. Max is actually uglier in real life than on the show- I didn't think that was possible. He was also a short arse. Good combination. No wonder they were walking on their own without women. I didn't see Bianca (Patsy Palmer), which is a shame because her wardrobe choices for awards shows are legendary. I did see Riiccckkaay (Sid Owen), punching well above his weight with a lovely girl in a kick-arse royal navy dress. The dress was maybe a little underdressy, but nice.
The Skins lot were dancing in the centre of the dance floor, some were wandering around having their photos taken, and all of them were very pleased with themselves and full of youthful cockiness and all of them thinking they are much better looking than they are. Much better were the adjacent Shameless lot- i only saw a few of them, but they were enjoying themselves. I expected them to be more drunk than they were.
Ash Atalla, the best producer ever (The Office, Extras, the IT Crowd), was having a very good night- he's always insanely popular but this year I couldn't even get to him - he was surrounded by people all night and there were big groups of people vultures circling who kept interrupting. I can't interrupt when people are talking - i hate that sh*t. So I didn't get to chat with him all night.
Stephen Merchant and his always unfairly gorgeous and incredibly nice girlfriend were enjoying themselves, talking to lots of people. They were hilarious and lovely as always to us and super-chatty despite Smerch not winning anything. I adore his writing and his reputation as the nicest man in showbiz is once again well deserved and confirmed. Are you taking notes, Gervais?
And at points throughout the night, I sat on the stairs near an exit, and tons of people (in particular soap stars) drunkenly asked the security guards for an alternate exit. Why? They didn't want the paps to take their pictures while drunk. The over-inflated sense of self-importance nearly knocked me off the stairs from my laughing.
And that is about it my friends - we were off at around 2am. Bye from Blighty!
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Paula Abdul Looking For New Ways To Embarrass Herself
Yes, Paula wants to make sure she leaves no stone unturned in her quest to make her the laughing stock of the world. She does realize that she would not actually be the judge on the show right? That there will be no editing? That she will actually have to wake up before 2pm and take less than 4 hours to get ready?
Well, if she is willing, I want to see her. My favorite quote in the interview she did with OK! about her future on DWTS was when she was talking about how American Idol and DWTS are taped in the same place.
"I can throw my panties at Tom Bergeron!"
Please, oh please put her on the show.
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Now He Can Pay For Those Courses Himself
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It's Not Always Like The Movies
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Elisha Cuthbert Isn't Into Sex At The Movies
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NY Daily News Blind Item
Which celebrity stylist, who should know better, has been blabbing in L.A. that a particular designer has tumbled off the wagon - again?
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Monday, April 21, 2008
Today's Blind Items - Jackass
So, what do you do when you are hosting a show and you have a member of a rock and roll super group come in? Well you try and get him to sign something for charity. I mean this group has been famous for 30 years and has licensed everything from condoms to coffins to eyeliner in order to make a buck. This singer and guitarist for the band was asked to autograph a guitar for a charity and he declined. Turns out he only signs things when he knows he will get a piece of the action. Since the show declined to give him a piece of the action, he declined to help the charity.
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Random Photos Part One
When is the last time two guys had first position? If you are going to do it, Adrian Pasdar and Milo Ventimiglia are not a bad way to go.
When did Ciara get, hmmm, what's the word? Busty. Have they always been that big. Normally I would notice something like that. I'm good that way. I'm not good in many other ways, but I'm good that way.
Idiot move of the day. As Chevy Chase jams the microphone up against his head, the guy on the right is telling him that they are going to have to shut down the Earth Day celebrations because the lightning is getting too intense.
This is Brian McFadden. You know he can't be 100% normal because he did marry Kerry Katona. I mean would any of you do that? No, I mean if she didn't promise you money.
Amy Winehouse doesn't need it to be April 20th to celebrate now does she? Everyday is 4/20 for Amy.
The models from ANTM. I know, I know but what do you when they are from Australia? They really are ANTM. In the US, it should be USNTM, but that kind of sounds like some kind of nuclear submarine. I think these are the three finalists from ANTM. What do you think?
Whatever Elsa Pataky wants to sell me, I will buy.
Elizabeth McGovern is still beautiful, but she just has completely changed her appearance. I didn't even recognize her.
I think this is the first appearance for Dan Stevens in Random Photos.
Dave Matthews - Honolulu
So in the UK, Dame is a good thing and here in the US, it is a bad thing huh? She still looks good for a dame.
Jennifer Aniston is all alone and she honestly could use some time alone. Do check out the guy in the upper right. At no time does he ever leave his chair and try and flirt with her. He just lays there and lays there and keeps his hands resting comfortably on his
"area."
"I like sitting. When you sit, it is resting. Resting is good when it is sitting. Resting is bad when it isn't sitting, unless of course you are sleeping and resting, then not sitting is ok. As long as you are resting."
Gemma Arterton is going to be in the new Bond film, while everyone better know Mackenzie Crook, and no, not just from the Pirates of The Caribbean.
I will spare you the up close photos of Emma Watson and her first upskirt photo which was taken on her 18th birthday no less. I do that because this is a fu**king family site. I will say that she doesn't shave. Was that too much information? This one is going to be trouble. Time for the parents to have another talk with her.
Do you ever think that Jodie Marsh just wishes she could take it all back? The ginormous breasts, the tattoos which list her name and address, and just being well, awful. When she is 60, what the hell is she going to be doing? I know she is stuck with what she has become, but there must be times when she wants to take it all back.
That's not offensive.
Jack Johnson - Honolulu
I meant to put this photo up on Friday. Joan Jett looks absolutely amazing, and I'm not just saying that because she likes to call me late at night and talk dirty. She looks truly incredible.
At what age do you start to grow up and stop sporting the sideways baseball cap?
Everyone is all smiles now. Honestly after the s**t that Naomi Campbell called these two, I wouldn't be as nice as they are. They are truly two incredible women.
Well, at least Melinda Messenger doesn't have to worry about ironing her dress.
You know what? Kate Beckinsale is always in front, but Len Wiseman, today you look good enough to be on your own. Of course, if you weren't standing next to Kate, no one would recognize you, but we'll work on it.
Kelly Brook is in a class of her own. Wow.
And a man who really has no class. Jeremy Piven.
I'm surprised Ziggy Marley was even conscious on 4/20 let alone could play a concert.
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Labels: Adrian Pasdar, Amy Winehouse, Ciara, Elsa Pataky, Emma Watson, Jennifer Aniston, Joan Jett, Milo Ventimiglia
Daily Mirror Blind Item
Which nightmare celeb called an 'urgent' 2am meeting in her office - then told one of the girls to go home because she was too pretty?
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Someone's Getting Fired
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Just Have Sex Already
Graham said Piers' show sucked and then Piers said Graham sucked and it has turned into a battle about the individual people instead of the shows, and I am sure food has been thrown and people have cried. It is an obvious cry for attention and the two of them just need to get a room, have some sex and just get it all out of the way. Without that sexual frustration, I don't think their hearts would be into the argument. The only reason I'm talking about it is because there is video of Graham Norton's latest rebuke.
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A Bathroom Threesome
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10:14 AM
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Do You Like Katy Perry? Getting Drunk? Live in NYC?
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10:05 AM
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Don't Do It Kim
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Miley The Tease Is Back Again
To see the Miley topless photos, click here.


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NY Daily News Blind Item
Which NYC lawyer is in the process of negotiating immunity deals for a number of ladies who also will claim that they had sex-for-cash with that fallen great man? They hope to make even more cash by parlaying the exposure into a paying spread in a flesh magazine.
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