Daily Mirror Blind Item

Which Premiership footballer fondled a soap star while his pal was snogging her at the bar?

Another Celebrity Rehab Success Story

Steven Adler, formerly of Guns N' Roses who just got done filming Celebrity Rehab and was supposed to be in the spin off show Sober Living was arrested last night for allegedly being in the possession of narcotics and being under the influence of drugs. In addition to the above charges he also had a warrant out for his arrest on other charges.

I know rehab is a hit and miss thing and that most people do relapse, but I'm wondering if this Celebrity Rehab thing is a good idea. It just doesn't seem like the show has really helped anyone and all it is doing is giving people who really need help the idea that rehab doesn't work. Sure, rehab doesn't always work but to put that squarely in the face of people who need it hardly seems like the best advertisement for getting people into rehab.

I think another problem is that the celebrities who volunteer to be on the show are not exactly A list celebrities and therefore have really bottomed out because of drugs. These are people who already had multiple chances and were not able to kick drugs or else they would have probably regained something of their career and not been at a point where they would need to go on the show to try and salvage their career.

The only people this shows seems to be helping are the producers and Dr. Drew.

Wonder If He Got Someone Else Pregnant

Apparently Salma Hayek has had enough of her baby daddy's antics and has called off the engagement she had with her French billionaire boyfriend Francois-Henri Pinault.

"We are sad to announce the engagement of Salma Hayek and Francois-Henri Pinault has been canceled. There will be no further comment."

The above statement was from Salma's spokespeople so it is probably fair to say that she was the one doing the calling off of the relationship. It seems like a basic statement, but if you look for what is missing, it is the usual they will be friends statement or that they will continue to care for their child together or any kind of those warm and fuzzy things that are all crap but are usually in a release anyway. Someone didn't even want to give the guy the satisfaction of that generosity so this must have been a good one.

Can you imagine if he got someone else pregnant? I mean they guy seems to enjoy knocking up beautiful women and then leaving them so I wouldn't be surprised if there were some announcement or picture of Francois with some supermodel and how she is pregnant.

Wow! You Think?

Kneepads Magazine has apparently decided which side of the Balthazar Getty marriage they are taking and it is the wife. In order to fully cement what side they have chosen, they dragged out this winner of a source who had this to say about how Rosetta Getty feels about the whole Sienna Miller and the naked yacht photos.

"It's humiliating. Rosetta left the country to protect the kids, and he continues to see Sienna publicly."

Wow. You needed an unnamed source for that one? Come on. Any of us could have said the same damn thing and we wouldn't have to have been unnamed. My guess is that the writer of the People story went over to another writer in the office and asked how they would feel, and they gave the above quote.

I doubt Rosetta is sitting around her villa in Italy jumping up and down for joy and trying to arrange for a trip to the coast so she could see the frolicking first hand. Of course she's humiliated. Her soon to be ex-husband not only is cheating on her, but is cheating on her with Sienna Miller. I mean how low can your self-esteem get knowing your husband left you for Sienna? Way to go out on a limb there People.

What Are The Odds?

It's the middle of the night. You're Christian Bale in Rome and you can't sleep. No, this isn't going to be another Verne Troyer post, although if he did follow you to Rome that would be pretty f**king funny. Now where was I? Oh, yeah. Can't sleep, blah, blah, so you get up and decide to walk around the streets at 3am, because hey, that's what people do when they can't sleep right?

So, you are walking and there is only one other person walking the streets. You notice them, but move on, because hey, its 3am, what would another guy be doing walking the streets of Rome at 3am.

The next night Christian has the same problem and so goes wandering again. Again, he spots the guy from last night, but Christian, being the warm and friendly guy he is, waves to the other man. The other man comes rushing over and lo and behold it's Viggo Mortensen.

Now, Christian told his side of the story to GQ, but I don't think anyone has asked Viggo what the hell he was also doing wandering the streets of Rome at 3am. Christian also said Viggo couldn't sleep. This is the oddest damn story. They weren't staying at the same hotel. They both picked the same street to cruise at 3am and we are all supposed to think it's a coincidence.

Now, I have run into some friends and people I have known in some very bizarre places. But, doesn't the whole story seem weird? I mean they both were out two nights in a row? Exactly the same place? Exactly the same time? In the middle of the night?

Christian doesn't say what happened after the pair hooked up. Maybe they walked the streets together, held hands and sang show tunes. Maybe they joined forces to fight crime for a few hours, or maybe they cried in each others arms and sang nursery rhymes. Hell, for all I know they just kept walking and the next thing you know John Travolta popped out of an alley he was hiding in and the three did shots. I'm perfectly happy to entertain suggestions about what they did.

Sex On A Box

Have you ever had sex while standing on a wooden crate or box? How about when you were six years old? Well, Flavor Flav says he did just that. I'm not sure if Flav is having crack flashbacks or if this just explains a great deal about who he is. In an interview with Complex magazine, Flav said:

"A girl and me were having sex on a box in some big tall bushes. This was when I was real, real, real, real, young. I'm going to tell you the truth - I was six years old."

Now, lets see. Flav is 49 so when he was six that was about, what? 1965. You don't really hear about six year old kids losing their virginity in 1965. Actually you don't hear about it too much today either, and why was the sex on a box? He makes it sound as if they were standing up. Or maybe she was like 20 or something and he was standing on a box because she was standing on the ground. How the hell do two people stand on a box and have sex? Normally I would be thinking about this all day, but because then Flav would pop in my head, I'm going to go ahead, and just try and put this out of my mind as quickly as possible.

Six? I didn't even know there were girls at six. I just thought they were kids who played with different dolls. Six? What is that? First grade? "What did you do at school today son? "Not much. We learned how to add numbers without using our fingers. Oh, and I went ahead and did that hot kindergarten chick out by the bushes at recess."

Ted C. Blind Item

It’s amazing I don’t write these more often, the clinging-onto-celeb-life-with-all-the-surgeried-muscle- they-can-muster brand o’ Blind Vices. Could it be they hit too close to home for this fortysomething columnist who wonders if he should start embarking on all the plastic-puss opportunities available in this über-vain town? Nah, not today, at least. But do take Sheila Muff-Driver, an attractive enough gal who plans on selling her fading sexuality until she drops and who hasn't shied away from all that docs can do for her, trust. ‘Course, not that long ago, Sheila-love was the hoochie-coochie toast of T-town, and I don’t mean just for being a superscrumptious babe, but for her great beauty and arguable talent, too. The Academy Awards even gave her notable recognition at one time, but alas, that was back when SMD had a modicum of professionalism to offer her colleagues, as opposed to the perk-filled, ridiculously absurd existence Sheila's life has now become.

She goes through assistants faster than Botox needles. She fires reps of all sorts (managers, agents, etc.) who were just trying to do her a charitable favor in the first place—as Ms. Muff-Driver did, at one time, have such promise. And she still could, mind you, if she’d just stop injecting her body with every fountain-of-youth concoction out there and let what’s left of her face just be. So, you know, she could move it, utilize it and such, as actors are wont to do. But instead, all Sheila gets today are offers to do benefits and interviews about her once-golden career. And it was one occasion for the latter—in a documentary being put together by an established director who could ostensibly help reenergize Ms. M.-D.’s career—in which Sheila was set to be prominently featured.

Although, true to deranged spoiled form, when the producer rang up to finalize the schedule, Sheila barked back: “You know, I don’t get out of bed for less than $40,000 a day.”

Sheila’s still under the covers, by the by, her latest opportunity at anything close to a comeback having been quashed, yet again, by herself.

Maybe next time this happens, just go and shoot the bitch in her bed? Just a thought. Would be fitting on so many levels.

Today's Blind Items

#1 - Chastity? What chastity? Done it, done it, not done it.

#2 - So, let me get this straight. You, formerly a C list film actress known for one thing, or more specifically two if you get my meaning. Television? Sure, but not a series per se. Anyway, you left your husband after finding, and introducing your replacement to him thinking you could do much better without him. Since then, nothing. Except for that one television thing. You like to pretend you are this and that and doing great, but we all know what you are doing at each event you go to and how any single guy with a couple of bucks or a married guy with more than a couple of bucks just instantly becomes your best friend, hopefully for more than a night, but it really hasn't turned out that way has it? Meanwhile, divorce settlement money is gone and there isn't any other money coming in from anything else except your friends. Well you still have your looks. Kind of.