
Hollywood's biggest tipper may also be Hollywood's best dinner date -- because he had to pay up after Randy Jackson left him with the bill!
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LOS ANGELES - Coolio was arrested Tuesday on an outstanding misdemeanour warrant for driving with a suspended license, Los Angeles police said.
The 44-year-old rapper was released roughly five hours after officers pulled over his grey Hummer around 1:45 a.m. in Hollywood. He posted $10,000 bail.
Officers stopped him because the vehicle's registration was expired, but a check revealed his licence was suspended and he had an outstanding warrant, Officer Ana Aguirre said.
Coolio, whose real name is Artis Leon Ivey Jr., gained fame for his 1995 single "Gansta's Paradise."
"Pete Turns Cop To Find Missing Cash!" screams the headline, followed by the story that a certain Mr Doherty hasn't been keeping his finances in check. Which is weird, as we'd always pictured Pete as the kind of guy who would be up until the early hours, studying his PAYE returns and eager to learn more about capital gains allowance.
Anyway, P-Do has been putting together a "crack team" to "sniff out" (Monsieur Gordon, with this wordplay you are truly spoiling us) where his money has gone. No need! Smartie Pants Gordon is here to solve said case with his investigative skills, pointing to four places where the money might have gone: "1. Up his nose 2. Used Jaguar Dealerships 3. Catteries 4. Rubbish Art Galleries."
Frankly, we're confused. Pete Doherty has stashed his money up his nose? How would that even work? Unless, of course, Gordo's referring to Pete's gigantic drug habit. In which case, he's only just cottoned on to a story that's been plastered all over his own paper since what feels like time began.
With Smart off hunting more cases (he's just heard Prince Harry might have been to Afghanistan, time to hit Google!) it's left to the 3am Girls to report on stray members of Girls Aloud. Today, it's all about poor Nicola Roberts who is very distressed at the fact a £2000 delivery from swanky online store Net-A-Porter went missing while en route to her good self. Apparently, "the police were called in to question hotel security but her stuff is still missing". Police? Get real Nicola! This is clearly a case for... Smart Gordon!
However, all this detective work seems to be letting Gordo's other skills suffer. Let's take today's revelation that the Mighty Boosh band played their "debut" show last Friday at a secret London gig. Didn't they play the Royal Albert Hall last April? Still, with so many tasks to juggle, you can't expect Gordon to worry about trifling things like getting his music news facts right as well. What do you think he is, a showbiz editor or something?
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Dave Gilmour is set to perform ATOM HEART MOTHER live this month - with a PINK FLOYD covers band.
The instrumental piece from the legendary band's fifth album - and first UK Number One - is being performed as part of the Chelsea Festival at Cadogan Hall on June 14th and 15th by its co-composer Ron Geesin.
A ten-piece ensemble from The Royal College Of Music, cellist Caroline Dale, 40-strong chorus Canticum and Italian Pink Floyd tribute band Mun Floyd are to make up the show.
However, Geesin has revealed that PINK FLOYD guitarist Gilmour has agreed to take part in the second performance scheduled for June 15th.
The Atom Heart Mother Suite is a six-part instrumental that featured on side one of the band's album ATOM HEART MOTHER.
Elsewhere, Gilmour recently refused to rule out the possibility of another PINK FLOYD reunion, hinting that they may reform for a one-off date.
02/06/2008 09:37:36
The TV gardener Monty Don has suffered a stroke at the age of 52.
The Gardeners' World presenter will now stand down from all his TV presenting duties, the BBC confirmed.
A statement declared: "Monty Don has decided to stand down as the main presenter of Gardeners' World.
"Monty has presented the series for the past five years but has been off our screens for the past six weeks as a result of a minor stroke. Although he is making a good recovery he feels unable to commit to regular filming for a while.
"Monty will be sorely missed by viewers and production team. We wish him a speedy recovery and hope to work with him again sometime in the future.
"We are now beginning a search for the new presenter of Gardeners' World."
The famous gardener took over from Alan Titchmarsh as the host of Gardeners' World in 2003 and recently appeared in the BBC series Around The World in 80 Gardens.
Don announced today that he would be taking the rest of the summer off to recover from the stroke.
"I am proud to have led Gardeners' World for the past five years and have enjoyed every minute of sharing my passion with the programme's viewers," he said.
"I intend to take some gardening leave for the rest of the summer to make a full recovery and so that I am ready to tackle new projects."
23/05/2008 11:33:02
What do you do when Tinseltown no longer cares for your career, when your latest attempts at an artistic renaissance or cultural relevancy have failed miserably? Well, if you're one time box office king Sylvester Stallone, you cannibalize your past and hope that someone out there in film geek nation still cares. After 2006's Rocky Balboa proved that audiences could cotton to a self-referential return to former glory, a post-Planet Hollywood Stallone decided pissed off Vietnam Vet John Rambo was due for a comeback. Of course, the main question in everyone's mind was, after three previous installments of the mercenary and mayhem series, could the actor bring anything new to the show?
The answer is yes, and it's painted in glorious clots of deep, deep red. When a group of goody-two-shoes religious types get caught up in the middle of Burma's brutal civil war, a reluctant reverend (Ken Howard) seeks out soldier-turned-snake wrangler John Rambo for help. Seems he wants to send some paid "professionals" in to retrieve his flock, and since our hero guided the original tour into enemy territory, he's the best man to lead this latest incursion. Of course, when the hired help proves woefully egotistical, Rambo steps up to show them the proper way to kick bad guy butt. Besides, he has been "spiritually" touched by the sole female member, an idealist named Sarah (Julie Benz). He must then break into a heavily-guarded compound and save her and her friends before a corrupt local General throws them to his collection of flesh-eating pigs, among other inhuman tortures.
Make no mistake about it, this is the real "gorno." This is SCTV's Billy Sol Hurok and Big Jim McBob's wettest of dreams. Things blow up in Rambo. They blow up real good. Stallone has taken the forgotten skill of human detonation and turned it into an art form.
There is really nothing else about Rambo that's particularly memorable. The mission is pointless and Burma could be any nameless Asian hellhole where evil vanquishes good in a rainswept hail of bullets. But thanks to the gallons of red goo, the bountiful barrels of blood, what should be dull turns slyly diabolical. You can just imagine our steroided 61-year-old sitting behind the camera, his surgery-tweaked face smiling from ear to ear as a massive machine gun literally cuts special effects extras in half.
Rambo is a pleasure of the guiltiest, most gratuitous kind. It's the typical heroes and villains formula on human growth hormones, laced with crack. It satisfies one's instinctual Neanderthal bloodlust and busts as many taboos as it embraces. This is a movie that blows big holes in kids during commonplace village raids, where angry goon squads lop limbs off the elderly and rape the ladies -- both before and after they're dead. Rambo, unlike everyone around him, embraces this truth. He's the lunatic fringe voice of reason in a realm where logic left sanity standing at the altar. His response is the most reasoned -- get in there and screw things up.
And that's exactly what this mindless action movie does. It's like XXX substituting evisceration for fornication. None of the supporting characters are memorable, and the plot is merely a setup followed by splatterific payoff. But when you're dealing with a one-dimensional death machine like Rambo, disemboweling, dismemberment, and decapitation are all the depth that's required. Longtime fans may wonder where the tired solider with the wounded soul from David Morrell's First Blood novel disappeared to. Just like the actor playing him, our hero no longer looks or acts like his predecessor. Oddly enough, as long as he covers his tracks in the entrails of his enemies, we could really care less.
Rambo say fire good!
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