We spent most of the day at Mahiki yesterday on a shoot. Sound familiar? Mahiki is the club where the Princes go - William and Harry and their friends. On a few occasions, the two have even been photographed leaving there looking flushed and rather inebriated.
So now perhaps you have a vision in your mind of what it"s like: up to royal standard, swank, chic...
Mahiki is hilarious. Mahiki is tiki. Mahiki is wicker furniture and tacky ass tropical decor and the most ridiculous drinks presented in large ceramics shaped like volcanos and jungle masks with flames coming out the top licking the liquid off the side.
Hilarious. And even more hilarious the clientele - private school boys all of them. With their pinstiped shirts tucked into low rise jeans and flopsy "Hugh Grant" hairstyles drunk of their own sense of entitlement surrounded by young girls trying to land their very own Eton boy.
Sadly however...Hot Harry didn"t ride up on his horse. Maybe tonight.
It"s Tuesday - a thousand apologies. We have a shoot booked in Paris, have to hop on Eurostar at 8am local time, working all day with eTalk, then returning to London in the evening. Will not be able to post.
But just for today. Wednesday will be online all day, blogging all day. At least until the afternoon. First day of Harvey Nic"s sale... you understand.
Besides, that piece of scuzz virus gets out today. I"m thinking it"s the only thing you"ll hear about.
Sorry again. Will be back Wednesday with long, long column. Thank you for your understanding. Please please please forgive.
Yours in gossip,
Am writing this from my Blackberry. Due to my absence today, I"ve asked my brilliant and talented friend Duana to guest write a piece. Du is a screenwriter which means she"s a real writer - not some trashy chinese internet hack who babbles incessantly. Thanks Du - love you! So. Entertainment Weekly’s 100 Stars we love right now. Full Story
At eTalk, I never ask for assignments. If they send me, it’s cool. If not, it’s cool too. But apart from being a gossip for life, I am above all things a proud Potter-head through and through. And so I begged, begged my producer Laura way back in March for a chance to cover a little bit of Potter-mania leading up the premiere of the fifth movie. When the schedule came out, she put me on it… am now indebted to her for life.
Attended the screening for the OotP on Friday and interviewed the kids on Saturday. Due to a press embargo, I unfortunately cannot say much more about the film beyond this: far, far, far from disappointing. Exhilarating in fact. You will love.
Am still in London, beloved London, shooting all day for eTalk on Monday, posting intermittently.
Yours in gossip,
PS. To Ellie and Hilary – much smutty love for the lovely evening on Saturday. Thank you, love you, owe you. Ended up in Mayfair at a club called the Funky Buddha where blonde girls in casual uniform give massages at the drop of a hat…for a fee, of course. Cheesy and pervy – my favourite combination. Big hug for Kathy and the girls who led me there. Look forward to more wildness Wednesday night.
PPS. Only 24 hours left ‘til the Monster returns. Enjoy it while you can.
Seems fitting. Am in London. Am in love with London. Am in love with Kate Winslet. Kate Winslet’s new ads for Lancome… Total gorgessity. Also the first still of her and Leo from Revolutionary Road. Look at him. Look at him looking at her. Look at that quiverating hotness. What I would give if he looked at me so. Full Story
Supposedly she’s been pregnant since March. Hmmm…really? This is what happens when expectant speculation is based on an overcoat and an indulgence at lunch. Here’s Demi wearing a rather fitted shirt the other day and showing very little sign of bulge and baby though more than enough sign of a chill. Full Story
Colin Farrell’s new piece – she’s 22. Just a shade older than Lindsay Lohan who once famously tried to pick him up on a studio lot when she was still only 17. Legend has it that he passed at the time, though hard to say if he would do so now. Bet your boob job she’ll be up on that soon as she gets out of rehab. Full Story
At least according to the Swedes. Ego tripping wanker with an over-inflated sense of entitlement and a hypocrite too – that is Justin Timberlake. According to locals, when he and his Shelf Ass were in Goteborg, he was rude to fans calling out for him at his hotel, shouting out “Are you calling me a f&ck face? Go F*ck Yourself” to people below. Full Story
Isaiah Washington, that’s who. He was fired from Grey’s Anatomy, tried to walk away classy, gave a few good comments to Entertainment Weekly, and then refused to let the story die. I’m thinkin’ he needs a new job. Because he’s screaming at the top of his lungs, pointing fingers, accusing people of collusion when if you recall, and as he admits, it’s because HE was the one who uttered The Word, the F word, during an argument. Full Story
And a lot less cocaine. Here is Kate Moss the other day in mid-canter, showing off some serious weight loss and the corresponding skin sag that can go with it. Hate to sound like a petty bitch but looking at this on a Monday morning makes me very happy about the crème brulee I wolfed down last night along with a glass of champagne at 1am and too many flavoured nuts to count. Full Story
First… No Doubt. Rest of the band joined Gwen Stefani on stage 2 nights in a row for a surprise reunion signalling their intention to record a brand new album and tour together once again. Love, love, love. It’s a comeback met with overwhelming positive response and even a little bit of grudging admiration. Full Story