The May Your Day Be Filled With Lapdances From Cindy And Hayden Post.

Thanks for that wish, Mr. B. But unfortunately that's only going to happen in my head. Turning 38 means getting toiletries, a sweater, a new shaver and a Thunderbird 2 keyring.

All of which are useful and all of which I'm grateful for, thanks sisters.

But... I kind of which I'd gotten something a little... fun as well. Never mind.

This is nice as well.

The On The Third Day Of Christmas Post.

No snow again in London on December 25 (although it snowed in many parts of the world - and quite possibly Scotland - apparently it doesn't count in the UK if it isn't in London. Like many things). And yet Boxing Day was brighter than the big day itself. Huh?

Apart from unintentionally causing Sharon to get a blister on her right hand when I lit the wrong candle (thus resulting in a lampshade catching fire, and Shaz getting said blister while putting it out - and I am SO, SO SORRY...), our Yuletide went quite well, really. No furious arguments, no overeating (at least, not by me - it's such a relief to not feel stuffed over the holidays), and some great presents given and received. To wit:

Hawaii Five-O seasons one and two on DVD (not that I've had a chance to watch them yet thanks to the sisters' endless - though deserved on the sisters' part - viewings of The King of Queens and Everybody Hates Chris, and can I just say here that Arthur from the former is now very much on that hate list down below? Thank you), an Adidas bath set, the new edition of The Anime Encyclopedia, The Onion: Our Dumb World, new shoes, socks for every day of the week, a Borders £50 gift card, and the answer to what if any calendar to get. (Problem solved, since a Heroes calendar was out of the question due to everyone else and a Keeley Hazell one was too embarrassing.)

And best of all, no work until next Wednesday. (Second best of all was finally getting to kiss Bianca at work goodbye for the holidays. Not as extensively as I'd have liked, but never mind.)

Too bad Butch and myself couldn't finish our project in time, but there's always next year.

The I Would KILL To Work This Into Volume Three Of "Heroes" Post.

So when will Kring, Loeb et al take a page from David Letterman's book and take steps to get separate deals started?

The Multiple Choice Post.

Drat. Drat drat drat drat DRAT.

Was the above because:

a) I drew the exact same person for Secret Santa at work that I did last year? (Hopefully the similarities won't extend to my not getting anything again.)

b) I still haven't sent my parents Christmas cards?

c) There'll soon (well, in several months) be a mini-Jessica in the most "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?"-generating-from-me celebrity pregnancy since Cindy's second kid?

d) Gossip outlets everywhere reporting about Cindy saying no to any more nude shoots?

You decide.

The Retrocrush Should Be And Is Ashamed Post.

"In the years retroCRUSH has been online, Pam Grier, Lisa Bonet, and Nichelle Nichols have been the only black women featured in our retroBABE galleries. I've decided to atone for this egregious oversight by offering you 60 of the most gorgeous black celebrities of the modern and retro eras. Special thanks to the boys in the Something Awful forums for collecting a bunch of these names and inspiring the idea in the first place! Some of them have passed on, and others have their best years behind them, but they're all some of the most gorgeous women to ever walk the earth."

Actually, Robert (Berry, the fellow behind the site), the real egregious oversight is not including the likes of Nastassja Kinski. And Cindy Crawford, obviously.

The 16 Days, Not Shopping Days, Just Days Till Christmas Post.

How to ruin two Fridays off in succession:

1. Have the first one coincide with our BACS payments going in late, leaving me skint until Monday morning. Maybe I should have it in monthly from next year... something to think about.

2. Be under a cloud all day thanks to my still not having gotten even a card for Mum and/or Dad with the postal deadline for the Caribbean being on the 7th. Gah.

Still, it's not all bad news. It's not heavily snowing yet, and I argue a lot less with Sharon than I used to years ago. Hope I'm mellowing out; that wouldn't be a bad thing.

So with the year winding down, I pay more attention to the news than I used to. And it sucks.

I clean my room as much as I used to (i.e. very rarely). And that sucks as well.

Sooooooooooooooooooooo...

The It's Britney's Birthday, B*tch Post.

Since Tom didn't post it (he's the one who goes by InThe313), I'll do it.

Happy birthday, Britney Spears. No matter what, some of us will never give up on you. I'll even make sure to buy Blackout.

The My Favourite Month Post.

April is the cruellest month, but December is my favourite. It means the end of another year, and Christmas - a time of peace (well, it should be), and when we see our successful sister Zeta. Or rather when I see her; Shaz is in Malta seeing her now. Add to this next Friday being a non-work day and I should be okay now.

Except that I'm on tenterhooks wondering if my wages are in. And that put a damper on my day off. Even more than the rain...

Enjoy, and see you later.

The 9:14 On Sunday Morning Post.

I hate bugs. Coughing and being blocked up all the time... fortunately I'm almost better now. Trouble is, I hate being asked what I want for Christmas. Such a pain. What's wrong with just being surprised, like when we were kids? Answer me that. (I'll just ask for one thing and let the chips fall where they may - that way either Christmas Day or my birthday five days later will be a real surprise.)

What does that have to do with Laetitia Casta's new movie? Nothing. But who needs an excuse?

I do know what I'm going to get Sharon, and possibly Zeta, and Anna at work. But I have no idea what I want. Apart from being happy.

The Cindy Working It Post.

For some reason, pictures of Cindy in skimpy clothing always seem to pop up in double-quick time over the interweb... more of her fabulous self in Hawaii here.

For her, for Hayden's GQ pics, for Sharon's cold medicine, and for Anna's honey-and-lemon (unsolicited, yet!) at work, thanks all round.

The 10:29 On Sunday Morning Post.

By the computer clock. When I started.

Right... so I considered giving this week's guest spot to Sophie Anderton, but given that it was germinated thanks to a story in the News of the World about how Sophie is a drug-taking £10,000-a-night hooker, with video and photographic evidence, it doesn't seem right. Arousing, but not right. (Especially since it is Sunday after all.) Kind of sad as well. Hope it ain't true.

On a brighter note, from the Edmonton Sun:

She’s more than a mere superstar model. Cindy Crawford’s also a role model for girls turned off by the drunken antics of the likes of Britney, Lindsay or Paris.

Thirteen-year-old Chailyn Kinney joined hundreds of other fans for a chance to meet Crawford, who was at the South Edmonton Common Brick store to promote her new line of home furnishings.

Kinney said she looks up to Crawford, 41, instead of the current crop of pop tarts, who are known as much for the drunk driving convictions and aborted rehab stints as they are for their (sometimes dubious) artistic achievements.

“I don’t think that’s the right way to get noticed,” said Kinney. “I like style and stuff, I just don’t like showing off things.”

Magdalena Luczak, 29, was also in line to get an autograph of Crawford, whom she considers a positive role model.

“In terms of what she has done for the modelling industry and promoting a healthy image, and a family woman/business woman image instead of anorexic, cheap drug addicts in jail,” said Luczak.

Thirty-two year old Jackie Lalonde said she would rather see her daughter, Kiera, 2, emulate Crawford than other celebrities but added it’s also about how the parents bring up their kids.
“We liked Madonna as kids but we didn’t do everything Madonna did. You have to know right from wrong.”

Her friend, Anita Chakrabarti, 32, said if a celebrity like Britney Spears was promoting a line of furniture she might boycott it.

“I can understand why the little girls would look up to her,” said Chakrabarti. “She’s pretty and she’s so successful but they don’t see what comes after the fact. There’s a responsibility that comes with it and she’s not being responsible.”

Brent Noble was in line with his wife, Jamie, and four-month-old daughter Emily. Crawford is the type of celebrity he would like to see Emily idolizing when she gets older.

“She (Crawford) was always more quiet. Back then a lot of the young celebrities were doing what they do now, which is go out and party, but Cindy was always a stay-at-home person which was nice to see, and a good role model.”

Hundreds showed up at the Brick for their chance to meet Crawford today. So many people showed up that Crawford added an extra half-hour to her scheduled one-hour meet-and-greet to try to get to as many people in the line as possible.

It’s just thrilling to be able to meet someone like Crawford, said 34-year-old Daniel Olson.

“It’s not that often you get someone as famous as her up here,” he said.

“She’s still hot. She was hot when I was 21 and she’s still hot.”

Assuming the site hasn't taken it down now, gallery pics here.

The TGIF Post.

Problem: In order to tell you my story, I have to tell you theirs...

Hmmm - I haven't shrunk, turned white, lengthened my hair, grown massive breasts and changed sex, and am therefore not Jennifer Love Hewitt. So let's try again.

Problem: In order to remove the implications of working on my Hilary Duff/Lindsay Lohan/Jewel and Cindy Crawford/Hayden Panettiere/Jessica Alba/Hilary Duff (again)/Rihanna/Katharine McPhee/Kellie Pickler stories at work, I decided to just not do them there. But now they've been gestating longer than the film versions of Dick Tracy and The Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and the implications of that aside I really HAVE to get cracking. Gah. (All right, I'll post them here with NSFW warnings.)

Not that this week's been all that great anyway - wintry bug's affecting a lot of folks including me, and I've been feeling an ache in my right shoulder all week. Endless stress at work ain't helping, but finding out that I'm not the only person who won't be going on the Christmas do next month is (encouragingly, the only other holdout is also the only other person at work who I know for a fact watches this blog's favourite non-animated show still in production, Heroes).

And now that I'm a member of Fanderson at long last, I can... do not much I couldn't do before, really. But at least it ain't bad news.

And finally, for Butch:

"Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the den

Two creatures were stirring - one Kingston, one Gwen..."

The Gratuitous Picture Of Monica Bellucci Promoting Her New Movie Post.

It's called Le Deuxieme Souffle, and Monica is blonde in it. She's currently doing a movie with Sophie Marceau. And I really have to write another story about her. Monica, I mean.

The The Last Legion Post.

I should not have gone to see The Last Legion on Friday night after work. Not only because the movie was a ridiculous mishmash - blending Roman invading forces, Romulus Caesar as a boy and the legend of King Arthur in a fashion that Xena: Warrior Princess would have handled a lot better, and so disjointed that if I didn't know better I would have sworn it was one of those "cut down from a miniseries"-type films (not to mention run through with weird casting like "Sir" Ben Kingsley's wise old bugger and Aishwarya Rai's warrior) - but also because it was at Enfield Cineworld. Which meant hours of travelling there and home again. And I am not a late night person.



And so tired was I when I finally got home that I wasn't up to going through my inbox and thus had to spend the next morning going through loads of emails (and images of Kyla Cole and Erica Campbell, illustrated above and below respectively).

Life, eh? Still, I must admit Aish did make me feel a bit.... warm. Not warm enough to put her on the staff, but it's a start.

The Pinch And A Punch Post.

November. Fireworks. Noise. Charming.

I wonder if we'll get any snow next month?

Anyway, this weekend should see the start of Ch.. Chr... man, I hate the thought of the C-word when it's not even December. But when your parents live overseas the sooner you ship your gifts the better, right?

And if Erica Campbell Googles her name and finds this blog, bless you for being the Best Dorothy Ever.

The Cindy Crawford Is Not A Cougar, She's A Pussycat Post.

Although she said a while back that she doesn't like cats. Another reason I like her. This was over the weekend. Linda Evangelista and Naomi Campbell were there too, but not here. If you see what I mean... it's all about CINDY here!

The I Wish I'd Been There Post.

More than 650 people attended "Another Opening, Another Show," an all-star salute to television theme music held Thursday, Oct. 11 on the campus of the Academy of Television Arts & Sciences.

The two-and-a-half-hour show featured clips from more than 120 different TV series dating back to the early 1950s, as well as live performances of classic TV themes and several stars introducing montages of great "main title" sequences through the years.

In addition, journalist and author Jon Burlingame – whose 1996 book TV's Biggest Hits chronicled this quirky genre of music – interviewed television composers Earle Hagen, Vic Mizzy and Mike Post, along with producer Steven Bochco, about the role of TV themes and the use of music in the medium generally.

Singer Monica Mancini, whose father Henry Mancini practically launched the TV-theme craze in 1958 with Peter Gunn, served as host. "We knew the names of the people who wrote the music for shows like Dynasty and The Fugitive and Bonanza," she said, citing the composers for those shows by explaining that "to the Mancini kids, Bill Conti and Pete Rugolo and David Rose weren't just names on the screen, they were the guys our dad hung out with."

Maureen McCormick of The Brady Bunch fame introduced the sitcom montage, as well as her former boss, Brady Bunch and Gilligan's Island creator Sherwood Schwartz, in the audience. And while the original Brady Bunch opening was projected on the big screen, with Schwartz's original lyrics appearing beneath the images, the entire audience sang The Brady Bunch theme to the 90-year-old producer.

The opening sequences for The Addams Family and Green Acres were screened, after which Burlingame introduced Mizzy, the composer of both iconic themes. He regaled the crowd with amusing anecdotes about shooting the sequences and directing the Addams Family cast in the famous finger-snapping of the opening; and of coaching singer Eddie Albert and non-singer Eva Gabor in performing his Green Acres words and music.

Actor-singers John Schneider and Jean Louisa Kelly did a 10-minute segment devoted to live performances of classic TV theme songs. They dueted on "This Is It!", the theme from The Bugs Bunny Show, as well as Car 54, Where Are You?, Three's Company, the rarely heard vocal version of Bonanza and "Happy Trails" from The Roy Rogers Show.

Schneider soloed on "The Ballad of Jed Clampett" from The Beverly Hillbillies, I Love Lucy, Davy Crockett and The Dukes of Hazzard. Kelly sang Petticoat Junction and Welcome Back Kotter and wowed the crowd with a torch-song rendition of The Mickey Mouse Club March.

Former St. Elsewhere costars William Daniels and Bonnie Bartlett introduced clips of great themes from medical and legal dramas; Mancini (subbing for an ailing Robert Conrad) introduced the Westerns segment and producer Steven Bochco introduced the cop and detective show montage.

Burlingame was joined onstage by Bochco and Mike Post for a discussion of their collaborations on Hill Street Blues, L.A. Law, NYPD Blue and other series. Especially interesting were Bochco's recitation of the struggles involved with several different producers attempting to decide on a musical approach to L.A. Law – and Post's attempts to reconcile the idea of an all-percussion theme with another involving subway sounds for NYPD Blue.

Robert Vaughn, best known as Napoleon Solo on the seminal 1960s spy series The Man From U.N.C.L.E., was summoned from the audience to the podium by the original pen-communicator sound effect from that show. It was a 1960s flashback that the crowd loved. Vaughn saluted U.N.C.L.E. composer Jerry Goldsmith – who also wrote the themes for Dr. Kildare, The Waltons and Star Trek: Voyager – in his introduction to the segment on spy and action-adventure show themes.

Former Bionic Woman Lindsay Wagner quoted Rod Serling in her introduction to a montage of clips from science-fiction, fantasy and superhero shows. She mentioned John Williams' early career efforts in such Irwin Allen shows as Lost in Space and The Time Tunnel, and quipped that the Wonder Woman lyrics ("in your satin tights, fighting for your rights") were "the greatest in the history of television music."

Stacy Keach revealed a talent as a jazz pianist by performing "Harlem Nocturne," composer Earle Hagen's theme for his long-running Mickey Spillane's Mike Hammer series, and then introduced a montage of great themes from drama and anthology shows, mentioning Bernard Herrmann's work on The Alfred Hitchcock Hour and the fact that Aaron Copland even wrote the theme for CBS Playhouse.

Burlingame brought Hagen to the stage after a medley of several of his long-running series: Make Room for Daddy, The Andy Griffith Show, The Dick Van Dyke Show, Gomer Pyle USMC, That Girl, The Mod Squad, Mike Hammer and I Spy. Hagen talked about his years as a composer in television, noting that he was the whistler on the Andy Griffith theme and pointing out that "I had never whistled before, and I've never whistled since."

Post surprised the veteran composer by returning to the stage (along with Academy Chief Operating Officer Alan Perris) to present Hagen with a special award from the Academy "for his pioneering work and enduring contributions to television music."

Emmy-nominated composer Ray Colcord, a governor of the ATAS music peer group, produced the event, from a script by his co-producer, Arthur Greenwald. Stan Beard was the musical director.

Thanks to the Film Music Society.

The More More MORE Post.

Feltz: Writers Joy Blake & Melissa Blake and director Lesli Glatter, for an unforgivable error (apart from all the scenes with Niki/Jessica, that is) in the otherwise quite good chapter five of volume two of Heroes, "Fight or Flight." I'll just copypaste my comments at the relevant post on Tonight We Make Soap: (Slight spoilers for anyone watching on BBC2 pace)

Dana Davis is fiiiine.

Kristen Bell is wonderful.

But neither of them can make up for the fundamental flaw of Monday night's new episode - good though it was, it was also the first ever episode of Heroes with NO HAYDEN! And damn, I missed her (even if she would also bring along more of West) - Heroes without Hayden Panettiere is like The Simpsons without the Simpsons. It's like Dark Angel without Jessica Alba. It's like Hawaii Five-O without Jack Lord. It's like Angel with David Boreanaz. And so on. (Coincidentally, this episode was written AND directed by women. Hmmm.)


Cindy: Cindy.
This must be that fabulous-looking one Cindy shot earlier this year in Malibu (where thankfully her home reportedly didn't go the way of Sean Penn's trailer - let's hope Butch's friends in the area share her luck). And no, I don't speak Russian, but who needs to?

The Ratatouille Post.

Pixar's Cars was a bit of a disappointment, all told. So Ratatouille's indication that it was just a blip is a relief, as well as testament to Brad Bird's unwillingness to rush his movies (see the gaps between this, The Incredibles and The Iron Giant).


The movie works so well, even though I hate rats, because it skips so many of the obvious turns for something like this - if this had been from another company, mentioning no names (coughDreamWorkscough), you can bet that at some point we'd have heard Fergie or some such doing a version of "Rat In The Kitchen." This never happens here.


We also don't get emphasis on plot points you'd think would be of major, massive, climax-depending importance - when we hear about Linguini's link to Gusteau the expected ending (i.e. of his winding up owning the restaurant) does not come, and the expected romance between him and Colette is also not all that important to the movie... it's all about the food. And the characters.


It's funny but it's not really a comedy; Remy does look more cartoony than the other rats, but the movie never trades on his cuteness (and kudos to writer-director Brad Bird for having Remy communicate with Linguini without going the talking route), and though the animation's fabulous - the icing on the cake is the cel-animated end credit sequence - it never takes over the proceedings.


Add a rafter of marvellous voice actors (Patton Oswalt, Brian Dennehy, Ian Holm, Peter O'Toole, Janeane Garofalo, Will Arnett, Brad Garrett, John "No Pixar movie is complete without him" Ratzenberger...), throw in delightful Michael Giacchino scoring, and what have you got?


A gem.


Which only leaves the question of why this is illustrated with Monica Bellucci, Jessica Alba, Hayden Panettiere and Erica Campbell.


Simple. I still hate rats...

The Thank You, Kind Fate Post.

Enough said.

The Rules, People, RULES Post.

Sexy supermodel Cindy Crawford snapped at a fan during a signing session in Dallas, Texas recently - when he asked her to autograph a copy of men's magazine Playboy. The bold fan took his copy of the 1998 Playboy, which featured nude shots of Crawford - and asked the model to sign away. But Cindy was far from amused, according to the National Enquirer, and she stopped the session - at Bachendorf's jewellery store - there and then. A fellow fan says, "Cindy was furious." Sources tell the publication that Crawford was told she'd only be signing promotional pictures of her wearing an Omega watch she was there to promote, and when she was handed the Playboy spread she was surprised. The fan adds, "Security promptly threw the fan out." An event spokesperson confirms the incident, explaining the model was put in an awkward position after all fans were told she would only sign authorised photographs, provided at the event.

People can be sooooooooooooooo STUPID!

The Cindy For Movieline Post.

Cindy at an event for Movieline this past weekend (the 4th Annual Hollywood Style Awards, if you must know), dazzling as ever. Here she is with Mr. Lucky:


With Vanessa Minnillo, the latest to ignore the rule about never standing next to Cindy Crawford even if you're a genuinely hot woman (a rule also broken by Teri Hatcher that night):


And Cindy by herself, just as nature intended. In a picture context, anyway.

The Book Post.

Season Finale: The Unexpected Rise And Fall Of The WB And UPN is the tale of, well, the rise and fall of the WB and UPN, paving the way for the CW and the hatred of Everwood fans everywhere. Expect me to talk about it more when I get a copy, but in the meantime read a review here.

Expect to hear a lot about Charmed, wrestling, Joss Whedon and 7th Heaven. Expect no explanation for the existence of The Wayans Bros. Or the Wayans bros.

The Playmates Are People Too Post.

One of the things that being a girl-crazy lifelong singleton has taught me is that it's always fun to see a little more of women who strip off for cameras. Not in that sense, you creep; in terms of internally - it helps remind you that they're people just like the rest of us. Sometimes it's hateful (like the Danielle Lloyd business), sometimes it's saddening (like Sharry Konopski's crippling) and sometimes it's life-affirming (like Rebekka Armstrong not letting HIV ruin her life). And sometimes it's... amusing.

One fan in Steve Sullivan's group (see below) posted images of Playmate/actress Carrie Stevens, and as well as being blown away by the shots it led me to her website, and her blog. I love things like that; Carrie reminds me more of Erica Campbell than Naomi Campbell, and that's A Good Thing. A Very Good Thing. Just for that, this post has a link to HotMomsClub.

And that's not what it sounds like either. Think people, not perving. Just for a change. :)

The Man, I HATE The Postal Services Post.

So as well as yet another thicko with no concept of patience moaning about Heroes and giving students a bad name, I'm tired. Cross and tired is not a good combination.

And there seems to have been something wrong with post from the continent... I should have gotten a letter from the Cineworld people about my Unlimited card long ago, but nothing. I've got an eBay-bought magazine with Cindy due, and Quigley Down Under as well, but they're late. Damn post.

The October 1 Post.

High School Musical 2 isn't as much fun as the first one, because

1. There's too much Zac Efron;
2. There's not enough Vanessa Hudgens;
3. There's a bit too much emphasis on the story;
4. Once again there's no real reason for Sharpay to be counted as one of the crowd (unlike Ryan, who genuinely earns it);
5. It's not technically a high school musical this time around; and
6. The songs aren't, on the whole, up to the original.

But will I watch it again? Yes, because it still succeeds in leaving a nice warm fuzzy. And because Vanessa is still... you know. :) Even if she is the world's worst lipsyncer.

And now, if YouTube doesn't screw up, the Queen.

The Steve Sullivan Post.

Steve does the Glamour Girls Then And Now site, now offshooted into a Yahoo! group; said site encourages its members to send in their own top 100 lists to keep a constant ranking. What's great about it is that the "Now" gets just as much love and encouragement as the "Then": no "Nostalgia rules OK?" here with him. (Although it does with a few of the members, but I put that down to age.) To bring my successful bid to post something every day this month to an end, here's my list of a hundred. No pictures, but that's what searching is for. (Apologies to Marisa Miller - and a whole load of others who couldn't be fitted in... no apologies to Avril Lavigne, Jamelia, Christina Aguilera, Linsey Dawn McKenzie et al.)

1. Cindy Crawford. My all-time favourite, though not my first proper celeb crush.
2. Rosanna Arquette. The first famous woman I had a real crush on - I bet more men saw Desperately Seeking Susan for her than Madonna would like! Patricia may have the Emmy, but Rosanna has a lot more...
3. Jessica Alba. I do not apologise for ranking her so high. :)
4. Paula Abdul. This woman owned my heart from 1989-1991; if there's one thing to thank reality TV for, it's reviving her fame (even if not in the way I'd like). If there's TWO things, it's introducing me to Katharine McPhee... :)
5. Mariah Carey. I know she gets plenty of flak (but not as much, these days, as Paula), but I don't care...
6. Laetitia Casta. Spends more time acting than modelling now, but thankfully doesn't mind peeling off for either activity. My favourite model other than Cindy.
7. Grace Kelly. CLASSIC. End of.
8. Brigitte Bardot. She may be animal crackers, and she may not have aged well (you wish she could have chosen to stay out of the way of cameras, the way Marlene Dietrich and Jack Lord did), but remember the end of Titanic when Old Rose transformed into Young Rose and joined the others back on the ship in their prime? Who lives in your mind, old BB or young BB? Exactly.
9. Monica Bellucci.
10. Hayden Panettiere. (It's my list.)

11. Steffi Graf.
12. Rebecca DeMornay.
13. Gwen Stefani.
14. Christie Brinkley.
15. Nastassja Kinski. She used to be called "Nasty." Not in reference to her looks.
16. Tia Carrere.
17. Erica Campbell.
18. Britney Spears.
19. Jennifer Beals.
20. Charlize Theron.

21. Donna Edmondson. The Playmate of the Year the first year I ever bought a Playboy, and a worthy choice.
22. Jennifer Love Hewitt.
23. Brooke Burke.
24. Sophie Anderton.
25. Raquel Welch.
26. Kyla Cole.
27. Elle Macpherson.
28. Emmanuelle Beart.
29. Aria Giovanni.
30. Gong Li.

31. Vida Guerra.
32. Joanna Krupa.
33. Liv Tyler.
34. Stephanie Bews.
35. Michele Carey.
36. Kelly Hu.
37. Erika Eleniak.
38. Alyssa Milano.
39. Carol Alt.
40. Diora Baird.

41. Gabrielle Union.
42. Petra Nemcova.
43. Danni Ashe.
44. Jaclyn Smith.
45. Lisa Bonet.
46. Marilyn Monroe.
47. Barbara Parkins.
48. Jayne Mansfield.
49. Gene Tierney.
50. Peggy Lipton.

51. Lee Remick.
52. Demi Moore.
53. Pam Grier. Sadly docked points (not for how she looks now on The L Word but for my big sister saying someone told her she looks like her....).
54. Julia Roberts.
55. Naomi Campbell.
56. Sophie Marceau.
57. Diane Lane.
58. Lana Wood.
59. Jamie-Lynn DiScala.
60. Anna Nicole Smith.

61. Lucy Liu.
62. Scarlett Johansson.
63. Lucy Pinder.
64. Stephanie Zimbalist (for Remington Steele, obviously).
65. Maria Sharapova.
66. Hilary Duff.
67. Anna Kournikova.
68. Keeley Hazell.
69. Janet Jones.
70. Ingrid Bergman (if she's good enough for Jerry Goldsmith, she's good enough for me).

71. Shakira.
72. Janet Jackson (never liked her music, but always loved her body. Even if it's not natural).
73. Salma Hayek.
74. Samantha Fox.
75. Nicollette Sheridan.
76. Louise Redknapp.
77. Barbara Stanwyck.
78. Halle Berry.
79. Phoebe Cates (not a major fan, but you can't deny she's something).
80. Beyonce Knowles.

81. Nicole Kidman.
82. Gwyneth Paltrow.
83. Lori Singer.
84. Kathy Ireland.
85. Erica Durance.
86. Estella Warren.
87. Heidi Klum.
88. Joan Chen. (And indeed the entire female cast of Twin Peaks.)
89. Miriam Gonzalez.
90. Anna Friel.

91. Kimberley Davies.
92. Kiana Tom.
93. Kimiko Tanaka (also from BodyShaping, and my favourite regular after Kiana).
94. Bridget Fonda.
95. Jennifer Garner.
96. Kim Basinger.
97. Traci Lords.
98. Brooke Shields.
99. Maggie Green (well-endowed and cute "glamour" model).
100. Holly Marie Combs (come back to TV, Holly!).

The Happy Ending Post.

SEATTLE, Sept. 28 — No one had heard from Tanya Rider for more than a week. Her husband, having already opened up their bank and phone accounts to investigators, was just sitting down to take a polygraph test to prove that he had not harmed her.

Twenty feet down a roadside ravine, still strapped into the front seat of her Honda Element, Ms. Rider, 33, responded faintly when rescuers called her name through the blackberry bushes that had helped conceal her since her car ran off the road near the Seattle suburb of Renton on Sept. 19. Her kidneys were failing from dehydration and a buildup of toxins caused by muscle damage. Her clavicle and ribs were broken, her shoulder dislocated, her left leg severely hurt.

It was the signal from her cellphone that finally led investigators to Ms. Rider on Thursday, after what her husband of eight years, Tom, said Friday were days of futile efforts to have her disappearance investigated as a missing person case.

On Friday, Ms. Rider was in critical but stable condition at Harborview Medical Center here, said Dr. Lisa McIntyre, her attending physician. The doctor declared Ms. Rider’s survival “a feat” and credited her youth and relative good health with helping to see her through.

Mr. Rider, weary, relieved and frustrated as he sat before reporters and television cameras at the hospital on Friday, expressed gratitude to the police officers who found his wife, but not for what he said were the restrictions that kept them from finding her sooner.

“The policy that tied their hands nearly cost my wife her life,” he said.

Ms. Rider was last seen leaving work at a Fred Meyer department store in Bellevue, Wash., on Sept. 19. Mr. Rider, 39, said that he has two jobs, delivering pizza at night and working as a superintendent of housing developments during the day, and that he did not know for sure that his wife was missing until the morning of Sept. 22. At that point, he said, he called the police in Bellevue, which is about 15 miles north of their home in Maple Valley. He said they told him the case was out of their jurisdiction and they referred him to the King County Sheriff’s Office.

Mr. Rider said he was told by the sheriff’s office that his wife could not be treated as a missing person yet because she was an adult who had showed no signs of dementia or of being suicidal. He said he began asking as early as Sept. 22 if investigators could try to trace his wife through cellphone signals but was told no, because she had not been classified as a missing person.

Rodney Chinnick, a spokesman for the King County Sheriff’s Office, told reporters that activity on one of Ms. Rider’s bank accounts after she was reported missing initially “left us with a false impression that this was a voluntary missing-person case.”

Mr. Chinnick said investigators initially thought that only Ms. Rider had access to the account. Mr. Rider said Friday that he told the police that that was not the case and that the account showed activity because he used it to buy gas while he was driving around the area trying to find his wife.

Mr. Rider said he volunteered records to investigators and offered to have a polygraph test to “eliminate myself” from suspicion and expedite the investigation. That process, he said, led investigators to treat his wife as a missing person. Investigators soon traced her cellphone signal to a tower less than five miles from where she disappeared. They then searched the area on the ground and found the Honda.

“Once they had their hands untied, they found her amazingly fast,” Mr. Rider said.

Rescuers had to cut off the roof of the Honda to remove her, and Dr. McIntyre said Ms. Rider appeared to have been positioned so that much of her weight rested on a seat belt.


From The New York Times. If only more stories ended like this.

The Is That Your Ad? I Don't Know Post.

At least Lily Allen hasn't got a perfume yet.



Musically nice, visually... well, Mariah Carey baring flesh has never been a problem for me personally. I'm sure Amelie Gillette at The Onion will slate it, but screw her.

And it demonstrates that Britney can in fact bounce back (remember when everyone was writing off Mariah after the breakdown and Glitter and so on?). Too bad Mariah still has yet to have a chart-topper in the UK that isn't a cover version...

The Friday Night Post.

Feltz: Amy Winehouse covering Sam Cooke's (NOT Johnny Nash's) "Cupid" for Radio 1's 40th anniversary. And murdering it in the process... great if I needed to throw up, but otherwise doesn't this contravene human rights laws?

Cindy: Getting a letter from Abbey National with no withdrawal charges for once!

YES!

And many thanks to Louise Redknapp (the anti-Victoria), on behalf of MuffinMan. :)

The Space-Filling Because I Woke Up Late By My Standards And I Hate To Rush These Things So I Can't Think Of ANYTHING To Put In Post.

The full title is The Space-Filling Because I Woke Up Late By My Standards And I Hate To Rush These Things So I Can't Think Of ANYTHING To Put In But I Swore I'd Have Something Here Every Day In September So I'm Doing This And Please Let Me Not Wake Up At 9:20PM And Thus Disrupt My Sleep Patterns So Instead Of Waking Up At 1:30 I Wake Up At 3AM Thanks A Whole Lot Although I Consider It Payback For Not Helping Sharon Clean Up More Yesterday So It Kind Of All Balances Out Karma And All When You Think About It So That's Okay Post, but I couldn't fit it all in.

The Stop Lying Post.

The appropriately named Nuts magazine is already a staple of the Go Away And Never Come Back list (it's almost enough to make one seriously consider homosexuality), but their 50 Sexiest Brunettes list gave the top spot to Cheryl from Girls Aloud.

It must have been an oversight on somebody's part.

The Tingling Post.

I keep getting little tingles in my left hand. Something else to see the doc about, if I ever get a chance. And talk to my medically experienced mum about also. I really hope it's not symptomatic of a heart attack... that stuff I do not need. (Who does?)

On the brighter side of heart flutterings, here's the lovely Dutch model Doutzen Kroes. Enjoy!

The Please Let It Be True Post.

Doing my usual Google search for Cindy Crawford, I found out that there are rumours that the other Cindy Crawford - the porn star, natch - is retiring. I don't know if these are true since I don't follow her career (or any porn star's, really) with any degree of closeness, but anything that reduces my turning up articles on the wrong Cindy when looking for the one true Cindy is to be encouraged. Now as soon as G.W. Tush goes away I'll stop turning up articles on Crawford, Texas as well. Hopefully.

Illustration because 1) Heroes starts up again Monday night in the US, 2) Hayden's a far more fetching blonde than the other Cindy Crawford, and 3) it's obvious.

The Long Week Post.

And it'll probably be the same next week. Less staff means more work for us all, including me. Not such a bad thing, but it sucks that I live so far away...

Falliinng asjeelep as I weritwe thiss,,;a,xzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

The Yes, But What About Dania Ramirez? Post.

The forthcoming issue of TV Guide Stateside has the women of Heroes (well, three of them anyway) on the cover, and a fine cover it is too - one for the collection, and what surely qualifies as "excellent late night inspiration" (a phrase I heard an ITV2 continuity announcer use to describe Gena Lee Nolin at the end of an episode of Sheena, and it worked so perfectly I've never forgotten it). Which would probably not be the case if the women were Ashley Crow (Claire's adoptive mother), Cristine Rose (Angela Petrelli) and Adair Tishler (Molly Walker).

But this is the opposite of Radar magazine putting "Coming out" on its overrated list - on the surface that sounds wrong, but when they point out that being de-closeted puts you in the same company as the likes of Perez Hilton it's hard not to see what they mean. Similarly, there's nothing wrong with Hayden and Kristen sharing cover space, but this was a golden opportunity missed to spring newbie Dania Ramirez (who plays Dominican newcomer Maya in season two) on people.

Here she is at the Emmys. I mean, daaaaaamn.

And more importantly, since Heroes is a show where major characters are non-whites and non-Americans (whereas most of the villains are decidedly WASPs), including her on the cover would have been a win-win situation all round; Dania would have contrasted well with the others, the readers would have gotten more hotties for their cash, and it would have reflected well on the show's outlook. What say you, folks?

Which is not to say I don't want the mag.

Many thanks to my bosses, by the way, for paying me on Thursday instead of Friday. I hope this continues.

The Last Listened To Russ Meyer's Original Motion Picture Soundtracks Post.

QDK Media can't be accused of false advertising - this CD is indeed the soundtracks for Up!, Beneath the Valley of the Ultravixens and Supervixens. With not only music but dialogue and sound effects; the upside is that the dialogue helps you know which movie you're listening to if you're busy going through loads of pictures of Jessica Alba (for instance, he added). But the downside is... well, I'm not a big fan of movie dialogue on albums a lot of the time, especially since the Up! section of the CD has pronouncements that Mohinder Suresh haters will really despise.

The music itself (William Loose, Paul Ruhland and William Tasker) goes from stripper-suitable scoring to more standard stuff, and combined with the booklet (which features all the credits for all three movies and loads of NSFW pictures), this is practically like seeing the movies. So thanks. It's fun, though... but man, I could do without the dialogue.

The Proof Through The Night That Cindy Rocks Post.

Obvious symbolism, this? Anyway, we have Terry Richardson to thank for this image.

This and more like it turn up here on account of GQ celebrating its 50th anniversary - if only this blog accepted .art pictures I could show you images of the Queen attending its party that would make everyone who gushes over Adriana Lima chop off their own genitalia in remorse. But luckily other people have more adaptable blogs, like Derek Hail here.

If she's on the cover, you will hear my scream of delight wherever you are in the world.

The Cindy/Feltz Post.

Feltz: My main female boss. For simultaneously infuriating and arousing me.

Cindy: Intrada. For releasing three David Newman albums (Malone, Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey and now Throw Momma From The Train) in one year.

Additional Feltz: Me, for making too many short posts. :(

The Cindy Post.

Okay, this isn't specifically about her. But with a whole load of work plus Hayden-aimed flak about that dress plus dribbling Usenet morons in general plus no money until Friday plus... you just want to tune out, look at Cindy in red (even if it is at the behest of Stella McCartney) and turn on. Well, I do anyway.

The I Blame The Mother Post.

Hayden attended the Emmys in a large, billowing dress which, unlike the ones worn by Ali Larter and Kristen Bell, could not be described as tight by the wildest stretch of the imagination.

Hayden's mother, who doesn't strike me as the "I'm not competing with my hot offspring of a daughter" type, accompanied her.

Coincidence? I don't think so.

(Congratulations to Robert Duvall, America Ferrera and Terry O'Quinn, by the way. And condolences to Masi Oka... but on the bright side, Star Trek never won any Emmys either.)

The Weekend Post.

L.A.M.B. Love. Angel. Music. Baby. or Leggy. Amazing. MILFy. Beautiful?

You can decide when Gwen has the revolving spot next week.

The Wait, That Was IT?!? Post.

As if this past week wasn't rough enough what with one person leaving in a pique and another just leaving (and increasing the workload thusly, though bless sweet Anna for letting me know that we're getting three new people on Monday), today I finally got around to watching the episodes of Ghost Whisperer and Veronica Mars that I'd taped last week. Except the former was missing and the latter was the last episode.

Not that Trouble bothered to advertise it as such, not so I'd notice. But anyway, I have to admit that I really didn't think it was going to end on such an abrupt note - no one was in danger but to leave all the main current plots hanging forever... dubbed "The Bitch Is Back" in tribute to CW programming head Dawn Ostroff, apparently. Subtle, Rob Thomas and Diane Ruggiero. Very subtle. (Less laudably, there is no excuse for having Kristen Bell sing James Blunt. None, you hear me? None.)

Not that the third season overall was as good as the previous two, anyway. But it was still a good show which deserved better than it got not only at home but over here... never mind, Rob Thomas will be back, and so will Kristen now she's gotten the spot of the most lickable person on Heroes not called Hayden Panettiere (the countdown to Maxim sniffing around to pair them up starts... now).

As for Ghost Whisperer, at least they're repeating the first four episodes tomorrow. Remember, in order to tell you her story, she has to tell you theirs.

The Sorry, Not Ready Yet. Come Back Later Post.

With thanks to the first trailer for Last Action Hero.

The Yes, But You'll Still Get Dickheads Within And Without Post.

LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - Two decades after a nude photo scandal helped cost a Miss America her title, Americans may be adopting a more ho-hum attitude toward people who bare it all for the cameras.

Some experts say the Internet and more explicit TV are fostering a more relaxed response by Americans to public displays of bare flesh, even if many people profess to be more conservative.

Take, for example, the muted reaction to nude photos of 18-year-old Vanessa Hudgens, the star of Walt Disney Co.'s squeaky clean High School Musical franchise.

One day after the photos surfaced on the Web last Thursday, Hudgens issued an apology and family friendly Walt Disney Co. said it would continue negotiating her appearance in the third installment of the hugely popular series, one of the most popular programs in U.S. cable TV history.

While some expressed outrage, many fans pledged support on her MySpace page at http://www.myspace.com/vanessahudgens.

Some lashed out at her critics.

"Quit moaning and if you have any kind of decent filtering on the computer, kids aren't going to see it," wrote one poster on a media blog Web site at http://acemanonline.wordpress.com.

It's a far cry from the scandal in 1984 when Vanessa Williams, the first black woman named as Miss America, resigned after nude photos surfaced of her and another female model.

"I do think that general attitudes about nudity are becoming more relaxed, but these changes take time, which is why there's still mixed responses," said Paul Levinson, communication and media professor at Fordham University.

"We as a society are finally growing up and it's a healthy thing," he said.

Sex and nudity are also more prevalent on television, especially cable stations. Last week's opening episode of the HBO drama Tell Me You Love Me, contained at least half-a-dozen sex acts.

Robert Thompson, professor of media and popular culture at Syracuse University, agreed attitudes about nudity had "lightened up," but said there was still a huge disconnect between how people feel and what people say.

"While filling in a survey, people will always check off with one hand that there's too much sex and violence in the media, while using the other hand to search for that kind of material," he said. He cites the furor over Janet Jackson's breast being exposed for a fraction of second at the 2004 Super Bowl as an example of this hypocrisy.

"Of all the things threatening America's youth, I would not have put the exposure of Jackson's breast for less than a second in the top 5,000. I don't think a single young person was damaged by the exposure of that, with the exception of people who may have been fired as a result of it," he said.

Millions of wired youths share private or embarrassing pictures or videos with each other daily on cell phones or social Web sites like Facebook and MySpace.com.

"There's no doubt about it. The Web for the last 10 years, has made more nudity available," Levinson said. "I predict in the next few years, the FCC will be put in its proper place and nudity will be the norm," he said.

Robert Butterworth, a trauma psychologist, says the shock threshold for young people is higher than for adults because baring one's soul and flesh is so common on those sites.

"The line is being blurred. The distinction between what's proper and what's not is constantly changing," he said.

But others say caution needs to be exercised. "Clearly, kids are involved in narcissism and putting photos on the Web, but parents are starting to tell them to be careful. Once it's out there, it's no longer in your control," said Brandon Watson, CEO of IMSafer, which monitors young people's online activity.

"I'm not sure if people are becoming more casual, but in the case of Vanessa (Hudgens), she comes with a lot of brand equity and this was her first strike. If she was a constant train wreck, her fans may not be as forgiving," he said.

The Well It's Something Post.

I was going to blog about how uncomfortable Megan Fox makes me, but visiting Intrada's boards I saw this more healthy link to a piece on Alf Clausen.

I'll talk about my crippling guilt if you really want me to, but that's it for my bid to blog every day this month. If I do it, then it'll be back to posting when I actually have something to say...

The September 11th Post.

Nothing to say. Nothing to say at all.

The F*** Off Forever, Kanye West Post.

Within moments of Britney's performance at the VMAs, footage was online. And so were the jeers. I refuse to watch it online, mainly because of the jerkiness of the first video (jerkiness in terms of loading, not performance)... and I also refuse to join in the kicking of Britney. I'd far sooner attack Kanye "Maybe my colour's not right" West. Prick.

Or better yet, rejoice over screencaps of Laetitia Casta undressed in Le Grand Appartement. And taunt you with no links, since we don't do nude pictures on this blog. Usually.

The And Now A Word From Our Sponsor Post.

Nadine Coyle from Girls Aloud (you know, the one who hangs around with the guy who used to be the gardener from Desperate Housewives) has said she won't do nude shoots because she claims the human body, whether male or female, is not beautiful. In some cases this is true. In other cases, here's Gwen Stefani.

And so Mike won't be too cross, one of Seven's "Gotta Love That" spots including America Ferrera and Hayden Panettiere.

The 8:10 AM When I Started This Post.

September... and time to get some stuff for Mum along with Sharon. And to save up for the Christmas thing. Oh man.

I kind of dread it more each year, so that'll be the last mention of that time until December.

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.