A Little of The Old In and Out

In: Sardinia, it's the new East Sussex, but not quite Croatia, at least not yet. According to Hello! Magazine:

"Oscar winner Denzel Washington took a break from promoting his latest film The Manchurian Candidate to relax in style at one of this summer's hottest celebrity locations the island of Sardinia.

"The Hollywood actor was joined by a familiar face during his boat cruise around Porto Cervo - Formula One boss Flavio Briatore. Famed for hosting his supermodel girlfriends, including Naomi Campbell and Heidi Klum, on his yacht during previous Sardinia holidays, playboy Flavio owns the nearby Billionaire Club, an exclusive hideaway open only to the cr�me de la cr�me of the jet set.

"And there is no shortage of VIPs flocking to Sardinia, as demonstrated by the roster of big names who've visited the Mediterranean paradise just this year. Footballer David Beckham and the England squad held their Euro 2004 training on the Mediterranean island, while rap mogul P Diddy sailed in for his vacation on a �15-million yacht. The elite hotspot has also seen its share of romance, with Rod Stewart and Penny Lancaster spotted on a romantic holiday, and Christian Slater seen smoothing out his rocky relationship with wife Ryan Haddon with some passionate kisses."

This month, Tony Blair and his wife stayed in Sardinia with uber-sleazy media magnate cum Italian PM Silvio Berlusconi, according to the Telegraph (eeewww):

"After leaving Tuscany, the Blairs are due to travel to Sardinia for a two-day stay with Silvio Berlusconi, the Italian prime minister. From there they are expected to fly to Athens for the Olympic Games."

I hope the Blair had their shots if they used any of Berlusconi's silverware. Tara Reid may be flashing her newly purchased breasts in Sardinia, which is nice. What more could you ask for?

But, where to stay, true believer? The New York Post suggests:

"A ... private spot is Cala di Volpe's sister site, the exclusive, whitewashed Hotel Pitrizza, where Harrison Ford stayed recently. Practically embedded in the jagged coast, it has a granite pool that seems to blend into the sea (from approximately $1,200; starwood.com).

"Also, check out Peter Gabriel's Li Capanni, the 20-room hotel where he got married. He opens its cottages and gardens to anyone who can afford the approximately $43,000 weekly hire charge (licapanni.com)."

Finally, PM's Unik recently told Page Six, "(he's) joining Lionel Richie in Sardinia. He'll wind up in Croatia, which he calls 'the next St.-Tropez gorgeous, cheap and still undiscovered.'"

Out: Bill Clinton on Saturday Night Live? (link via Gawker) According to the AP:

"Former President Bill Clinton could be a host of 'Saturday Night Live' this season. At least, that's what the folks at NBC are hoping.

"TV Guide Online quotes anonymous sources saying that Clinton has been offered the gig if he wants it.

"A decision is expected this week."

This might not be the best way to preserve a dignified Presidential legacy. Not a good sign, if this is true, that Clinton still hasn't decided. The Corsair is not a prude in any way shape or form, and he would love to see a short Clinton SNL skit, but a President shouldn't do any extended comedy riffs beyond the White House Correspondent's Dinner -- the acceptable forum for that. Clinton is not Al Sharpton, he shouldn't be carrying the show, he should be on DL diplomatic missions to the Middle East or Central Asia.

I'm just saying, I'm kind of conservative about what a President should ideally represent. And an ex-President shouldn't be doing Nat X or "Mongo" sketches, or Chyna Doll bits.

In: Vanity Fair's Page Six Story. According to FashionWeekDaily, Vanity Fair is doing a piece on the merry band of Sixers, past and present:

"Here's an update on Frank DiGiacomos first assignment for Vanity Fair. His all-encompassing look at the Manhattan gossip world has now apparently morphed into an 'oral history' of the New York Posts Page Six. DiGiacomo, who once worked at the column himself, has been interviewing employees past and present, including, of course, the now-infamous Ian Spiegelman, who, were told, has just sold his next book, partly on the strength of all the attention hes garnered since getting axed from the paper. DiGiacomo is also talking to competitors and those who have been burned by Page Six and still feel the pain. But don?t expect any scathing revelations about Richard Johnson -- he's too powerful a figure to mess with."

Out: Matt Damon's Anxiety Baldness. Okay, maybe the FlyOnTheWall crowd is stretching for news -- lord knows I've dont that before -- but I'm fascinated by how gossipmongers make medical diagnoses on the flimsiest of paparazzi photos:

"The other day, one of the trades ran the photo below of Matt Damon fighting off an attempted liplock by George Clooney at The Bourne Supremacy premiere. The two strange bald patches in Damon's hair struck me as odd. They're not at the crown, where male pattern baldness starts, but instead down on the side a bit. Now if you saw a guy on the street with little bald spots like this, you'd think he had a bad haircut. But I can't imagine Damon gets a $3 trim at the barber school.

"So I forwarded a scan of the picture to a MD buddy and asked him what was up with Matt's locks. 'Definitely looks like some anxiety baldness,' my medical friend said. 'You're right; it's not male-pattern baldness because his crown is still full with good hair coverage. There doesn't appear to be any injury or scarring involved, either.' So I ask my doctor pal if this could get worse. 'It's impossible to tell without knowing his medical history,' he said. 'It's more likely he'll lose little clumps like this. It's extremely rare that all your hair falls out with anxiety baldness.'"

The funny thing is that in the comments section, everybody starts throwing down their own medical diagnosis. Favorites include: alopecia, which only adds to my assessment of Tinseltown, aside from being the world's capitol of litigation, the place where innocence gets seduced to a Chili Peppers soundtrack, is also a town with the world's highest concentration of hypocondriacs with an encyclopedic knowledge of the medical dictionary.

Like, is it possible that they are watching Matt Damon's hair too closely? Just a thought.

In: RuPaul, while decompressing from exhausting rehearsals for Zombie Prom, is hooked on Brandy:

"i cant stop listening to BRANDY'S new album AFRODISIAC. on the train, on the plane, in the car...non-stop! the content of the album has taken on deeper meaning with the events that have unfolded in the past 2 weeks. BRANDYS baby daddy revealed that they were never married, countering BRANDYS claim that they had divorced. then, late last week, BRANDY emerged from shame with the announcement that she is engaged to a man worth 75 million and that she has the dope-ass rock to prove it...something like 50 carats...POW!"

Out: Robbers. Margaret Cho's funny take on Charisma, the Democrat Kids, and the robbers of her parents Korean bookstore:

"Cate Edwards and Chris Heinz are impressive kids to put out in front of the store. They beat me and my cousins hands down in counter charisma. If those two were put in charge of the cash register, we probably wouldn't have gotten robbed at gunpoint as many times as we did."