Florence Henderson...a flake! Mr. Brady a real-life closet-case!

 

How synchronistic!

I was just in the throes of penning a post on Florence Henderson's tacky behaviour lately, when a customer in 711 at the check-out counter nexto to moi did a double-take in my direction, and uttered up an observation.

"You look a bit like the Dad on the Brady Bunch," she giggled.

I reacted by noting that I crossed paths with Robert Reed years ago.

But, there was another connection (of sorts), as well.

An acquaintance of mine (a male escort) confided in me once that he played-for-pay with Reed (who was a closet-case throughout the duration of his long illustrious acting career).

"He tipped well, too," the studly hustler bragged in a druken stupor one dark night of the soul.

"Mr. Reed noted that he paid well to guarantee his privacy," he continued.

"Did you reveal his secret," I asked out of curiosity.

"I only discussed it with the other guys in the trade," he asserted proudly.

Male prostitutes have ethics, too, 'ya know?

Curiously, I was invited on to the set of one of "The Brady Bunch" reunion shows a short while after Reed's sexual proclivities were secretly disclosed to me.

Uh-huh!

Mr. Reed cruised me from across the set, but stopped short of making a pass on the sound stage.

As industry-insiders are well aware (and as fans learned later after his death) Reed was quite professional - circumspect, in fact - in that regard.

He'd never pursue sex in a work settting or even temp fate (for starters).

In contrast, I found Florence Henderson to be loose and classless.

In fact, on the set it was evident to me that she was not only a selfish person - who went after what she wanted at any cost (even at other people's expense) - but also an ego-maniac.

Needless to say, I wasn't surprised when Ms. Henderson recently tattled that Mayor Lindsay once infected her with "crabs".

It wouldn't surprise me if she hatched up the scheme (the revelation, allegations, etc.) in order to boost sales when the fluff  is shipped to be stocked on the shelves later this year.

News at 11!

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Las Vegas...locals balmy! Something in the water?

Kristen Stewart feels raped!
  

Over the past few days as I have dashed around Las Vegas to carry out chores - and meet social obligations - it has become obvious to me as I have crossed paths with a handful of the locals toiling away in menial tasks jobs at business establishments around the desert oasis that something is awry!

Judging by their strange behavior, I surmise that the recent heat wave that has descended on the city, has made these day workers balmy (slow on the uptake).

Just maybe, there is something in the water that rots their brains?

If so, bottled water appears to be a safe way to go right now.

Last night I trotted up to the Golden Gate to take advantage of their player's card special which - 'til now - offered up scrumptious shrimp cocktail (with cocktail sauce & crackers) at $1.00 a pop.

Uh-huh!

The diner recently ended that promotion - so I found myself chowing down on one serving for twice the price - that turned out be less tastier than the original one they used to flog at the busy counter.

As I scarfed down the snack, a five-foot-nothing security guard - who looked for all-the-world like he'd been boozing 'round the clock for the past forty years of his sorry life - strode up, stopped within two feet of my table, and proceeded to act in a bizarre manner.

In fact, his conduct was so stratling, that guests turned their heads quizzically this way 'n that, trying to fathom the dude's strange! behavior.

Obviously, he recognized moi, and was inclined to get an up-close gander.

Whenever I happened to glance in his direction - how could I not in view of the fact he was hovering over me rudely as I attempted to finish my snack - he turned his head nervously to avoid eye contact in a sly effort to avoid detection.

Fat chance!

He was a subtle as an elephant in heat!

How ironic!

The security guard the Hotel hired - ended up triggering feelings of insecurity and doubt in their guests - by virtue of lunatic conduct that was totally unacceptable.

At other retail outlets over the past week - counter-workers (more often-than-not) - literally froze on the spot when I strode up to the cash register.

If you ask me, their expressions tended to suggest, that they had just pooped their pants.

At Walmart, one teenager rang up the charges and handed me back my change, but neglected to present my groceries which were tucked down below beyond easy reach.

As he stood there awestruck, I awkwardly reached down, and plucked up the bag myself.

Unfortunately, when I arrived at my vehicle in the parking lot, my strawberries were nowhere in sight.

I dashed back into the store and quizzed the dazed box boy.

"What did you do with my stawberries?"

Without uttering a word, he reached under the counter, and coughed them up.

No apology!  No nothing!

Today, when I sauntered into Walgreen's to pick up the morning edition of the Los Angeles Times, a down-and-out security guard with gnarled features spied me as he was exiting the front door.

Imagine that, he immediately turned on his heel, and followed me inside - where he proceeded to gawk at me as I tried to withdraw cash with a modicum of privacy - or at least without his prying eyes raping my every movement.

Thanks for that Kristen Stewart!

A right on appraisal of the nonsensical conduct of unsophisticated clods with no class!

At least I don't have the paparazzi pushing me into cactus plants like some celebrities.

I expect that if the public fascination continues (shouldn't these boring folks get a life?) - and likewise intensifies to a degree that is overwhelming - that I will have to audition muscle-bound studs to assume the role of "bodyguard" when I venture out.

Well, I guess there are some perks to being famous.

Male escorts!

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Boy George...edgy flamboyant pop star found guilty of false imprisonment!

Picture says a thousand words!

Boy George now (and then)

Pop Icon, Boy George (born George O'Dowd) was convicted yesterday by a stalwart jury in merry old England for imprisoning a male escort in his apartment in 2007.

At trial, it was determined that Mr. George (um) Dowd, restrained a male escort by the name of Audun Carlsen by handcuffing him to the wall.

The former Culture Club band member did not testify at the trial, but admitted to police that he handcuffed Carlsen to a bed while trying to investigate whether someone had tampered with one of his home computers.

George said he believed that Carlsen had removed some photos George had taken of him during a previous meeting.

Carlsen testified that during their April meeting, George called him into his bedroom, jumped on him, wrestled him to the ground and began beating him.

He told the court that George then dragged him violently across the floor and shackled him to a hook drilled into the wall.


All this, because the young stud for hire wouldn't sleep (or have sex) with Dowd.

Jurors were shown pictures of deep gouges on Carlsen's head and injuries to an arm, but the singer denied hitting him.

In fact, Dowd theorized Carlsen received the bruises because he was HIV-positive.

The verdict was obviously unsettling to the popular singer.

George's jaw allegedly dropped when the foreman disclosed the findings of the court.

Friends in attendance in the public gallery - there to lend support to the beleaguered celebrity - apparently reeled over at the outcome, too.

The Judge granted a release pending sentencing on January 16th, 2009.

During the course of a bit of banter from the bench, the Judge inferred from her strident remarks, that "time" behind bars would be appropriate in the instant case.

Some say, it may be a blessing in disguise.

Allegedly, Mr. George has been struggling with a heroin addiction.

A stint in the poky may hasten the end of addiction by way of cold turkey.

George with loud-mouthed diesel-dyke Rosie in happier days