...Hollywood's most fabled feud was nothing more than a PR stunt? I've never seen these two broads look more relaxed and at ease than here. And isn't it kind of fun thinking that maybe all those years they actually got together once in a while for a couple of vodka-Pepsis and a whole lot of laughing at their enemies?

"Oh, for Christ's sake, girls," grumbled Daisy. "Those dykes Lily and Rose are old news. I've got the latest and this is it: Stephen Haines is stepping out on Mary!"

It's a little-remembered fact, but for a number of months in early 1964, white people in America firmly believed that black women only came in threes. This so-called "Supremes Syndrome" was almost completely dispelled when Lena Horne guest-starred on A Very Special Episode of The Lucy Show.

Even today, however, isolated pockets of the upper Midwest are convinced that Dionne Warwick was a trio.

Once upon a time, children, a dark force called Malcolm McLaren, master of all things glittery and meretricious, ruled the earth.

One day, he happened on a little Burmese-English girl called Myint Myint Aye* and decided to make her a star.

So she became, by fiat, Annabella, and actually was a star, for something over Mr. Warhol's fifteen minutes if not much more.


Bow Wow Wow and all that seems awfully distant now, and I tend to think of her more as "The other Annabella" (because she was never Mrs. Tyrone Power), but every now and then a good dose of "I Want Candy" is just what the doctor ordered.

And can you imagine getting away today with releasing an album titled See Jungle! See Jungle! Go Join Your Gang, Yeah! City All Over Go Ape Crazy?

* Literally, "High High Cool." Add her to the short list of people whose real name was far more interesting than their assumed one...

Another travel snap, this time from Luxor; the temple of Karnak has a line of ram-headed sphinxes leading to it, and if you choose your time right, you don't even have to share it with 5,000 screaming tourists.

Unfortunately, that time is 1906. Or 6:00 a.m. Most days, I'd choose the former, if I had my way...

I try, as a matter of principle, not to get involved in the madness that is the annual Eurovision Song Contest (fearing it is the kind of thing that could take over one's life), but I found myself arrested by this image, in today's London Telegraph, of one of the entrants.

Perhaps it's just because Mr. Muscato and I finally got around to seeing Narnia last night (labored and somehow not quite over-the-top enough), but I can't help thinking that an all-white-tap-and-tails number, à la Fred and Ginger, would spice up almost any of the burgeoning number of fantasy films now making the rounds...