The Saturday Morning Post.

Boom-tish!

Anyhoo, yesterday Brandon asked me if I had the Vanessa Hudgens naked picture. I told him Ken sent it to me (which he did) but that I hadn't saved it (which I thought I hadn't)... this morning I looked in my files, and there it was. The image that the lawyers have now made it very risky to put up. But by then Brandon had managed to get it anyway.

And cheers to Vanessa for not being silly about it, and to Disney for not giving her the bum's rush from High School Musical 3. Happy endings all round it would seem... but then, this is High School Musical we're talking about. (And with Ashley Tisdale's downblouse shot and this, they may even have made some new fans if you know what I mean.)

The Vanessa Hudgens Post.

Cindy: Having seen the shot, it confirms once and for all that Vanessa is a stunner.

Feltz: It was, after all, leaked. And one can't see Vanessa choosing to respond by stripping off for a full nude shoot like Vida Guerra did.

Cindy: It probably won't harm her career much, partly because she already has Thunderbirds on her CV and partly because there were already quite a few unsavoury thoughts about her in High School Musical mode anyway.

Feltz: I can't keep it (sorry Ken).

The If You Can't Say Something Nice Post.

In my determination to post something every day on this tundra of self-indulgence, I'm not always clear on what I want to say. I could yell at Hello!'s most attractive person of the month poll for intimating that Nadine Coyle from Girls Aloud and Emma Bunton from the Spice Girls are more fanciable than Jessica Alba, or gripe about Sharon's failure to appreciate Heroes (only two weeks to go before it's time to haunt certain sites again and/or hope the BBC hurries up with its airings of season two), or lament about how Prince was right in the end... you turn on the news and every other story is about how somebody died.

But let's be positive instead. Let's look at the nicer things in life. Like Monica Bellucci, for instance (illustrated with regards to Shoot 'Em Up). Or sleep. Or sleeping with Monica Bellucci.

Now isn't that better than ranting?

The Worrying Post.

I live with my big sister. I worry that sometimes when she goes out she'll disappear and leave me alone (I'm not ready to be on my own yet, I don't think). Last night when I woke up and she hadn't come back from salsa, I linked that in my mind to having my picture with Hayden "just as fanciable now she's 18 as when she was 16 and always seemed older than her years anyway so shut up, Superficial trolls" Panettiere up on my wall when that slot should have been reserved for my one with Cindy, if it ever happens.

So I took it down. (Though I still have it in the open.)

Shortly afterwards, she came home. Result: ease. Make of that what you will.

Incidentally, I think Movie Hotties is closer to the truth about Maggie Gyllenhaal than Egotastic! is, but judge for yourself.

The All The Fun Of The Fair Post.

Cindy out with her kids at the carnival in Malibu. And truly putting the fun into funfair.

The Make A Wish Post.

Today marks the sixth birthday of Cindy's heartbreaker-in-training daughter, Kaia. May she grow up to inherit her mother's charm and warmth as well as good looks. (And it's a bank holiday Stateside as well - is there any day better to have a birthday than on a day when you don't have to go to work? Or school in her case?)

Happy birthday, m'dear!

The 654-508 Post.

That yesterday wasn't all it could have been is... my fault. And Showmasters, but mainly mine.

Yes, the virtual queue ticket thing was a shambles (and have they not heard of "barriers"?), but if I had a) left earlier than 7:25, and b) gotten off the 328 bus where I got off yesterday i.e. nearer the venue and walked the rest of the way, instead of riding it further DOWN the road and waiting for another bus like a lazy bastard, I'd have been further up the long, long, LONG early bird queue. And thus likely have gotten a Hayden ticket numbered considerably higher than 654. Which meant a looooooooong wait that Sunday. Especially since I a) didn't have any lunch, b) didn't have anything to drink and c) had my £20 reserved for La Panettiere's autograph.

And there were a lot of people waiting - of the four Heroes guests there she was the biggest draw (good thing I wasn't there for Patrick "buggered off at 2pm" Stewart or Dominic Monaghan). And it has to be said that Hayden's queue moved considerably slower than Jack Coleman's (or Milo Ventimiglia's or Adrian Pasdar's), which is probably (probably?) why she was asked to speed it up later on... which was bad for those of us with higher numbers. You see, I'd hoped to get her to introduce my 508th mixtape (which has her on the spine and the card) and by all accounts she'd likely have been up for it. If only I'd gotten there EARLIER!!! AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!

But instead I was in the "sign-and-go" part of the day, so I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed... but the "Here you go" when she signed the inside of the tape card - making this the first tape in my collection to be touched by the person it's for - was still better than nothing. Along with the smile. And she was pretty stressed out by that point, so I'm not holding it against her; if the tiny and lovely Hayden does return to one of these things, I'll be back as well.

And not mess it up this time.

And it wasn't really a loss; not only did I feel better about it once I had some fluid inside me, but I was grinning like an idiot after this:

The I Should Have Been Psychic Post.

I didn't stay too long at LFCC Day 1, because

1. I got there very early and wasn't that keen to wait around for the talks.

2. Though there were a lot of things there I wanted to buy (Jon Abbott's book on Irwin Allen, DVD boxsets of shows like Have Gun, Will Travel etc), I didn't have any money to buy stuff with.

3. Most importantly, Hayden's only attending on Day 2. Which is today. And if I'd waited until some time later to buy tickets...

At least that's less money to spend on snacks, right? Stay tuned.

The Pinch And Punch Post.

Here's Hayden leaving Radio One yesterday (and as you can see, justifying the existence of webcams). If I'd known I'd have taken yesterday off as well as Monday! Anyway, this rumour was inevitable and chord-striking for the Paire worshippers...

If I could get one of these uploaded, believe me I would. And as fantabulous as Cindy is, can we stop the "I don't like 20-year-olds, I'd rather have a MILF" talk from some posters on the likes of The Superficial? 18-year-old Hayden and 41-year-old Cindy both work for me, and others.

I see sunshine on a cloudy day...

As part of NBC's international promotional tour for Heroes, they've divided the main cast members into three groups; British fans of Sendhil Ramamurthy (there surely must be some) are out of luck as he went to Asia with Greg Grunberg, Masi Oka and Ali Larter, while James Kyson Lee, Zachary Quinto, Noah Gray-Cabey and season two newbie Dania Ramirez stayed in the US (and Canada). Paris, Munich and London drew the long straw with Milo Ventimiglia, Jack Coleman, Adrian Pasdar and...

From yesterday's photocall at the London Eye (also visited by The Alba in fictional form during 4: Rise of the Silver Surfer). Red really suits Hayden. And this dress also prevents any almost-nipslips like in Paris.

Sunday (when she, Mr. Bennet and Nathan Petrelli are at LFCC) cannot get here soon enough.