Bureau party is rocking – move over Lohan!

Gary Berman at Bureau

This DJ Gary Berman, helping Glam and Fab spin the tunes all night.

Atmospheric lighting, great music, people dancing and it’s not yet 11pm.

Lindsay Lohan’s party at Baroque hasn’t even started – loser!

Lindsay Lohan vs me

Nightclub stand-off tonight – I’m DJing at Bureau on London’s Kingly Street (where all the cool people will be) while Lindsay Lohan is being paid to go to Baroque nightclub five minutes away.

Last night Lindsay’s partying turned disasterous when she was hit in the face by her own security guard when she left London’s Cuckoo Club.

That’s not to mention those fake tan photos. I don’t understand how stars that have as much money as Lindsay can’t afford a decent mirror to see that they need to apply fake tan right up to their hairline.

Uma Thurman – will she ever marry Arpad Busson?

 

Happy being single?

Happy being single?

Gorgeous Kill Bill movie star Uma Thurman and her slightly dull financier fiance Arpad ‘Arki’ Busson got engaged in in June 2008 – a lifetime ago in the celeb world.

So are they ever going to actually walk down the aisle? I’m not convinced given what Uma says in a new interview.

Normally celebs announce a date as soon as they’ve exchanged the engagement rings and sign an exclusive deal with a magazine within minutes.

And in the new issue of Harpers Bazaar, which is on sale in the UK on Monday, Uma says: “When it comes to marriage, you just never know.”

Weird.

Britney Spears – the party hasn’t started (yet)

It was Britney Spears’s first night in London at the 02 but she’s been strangely well behaved. Straight back to the Mandarin Oriental hotel after her gig. 

She’s playing the good girl game so well I can’t even find much to write about. However, she’s in London for two weeks and  I have photographers watching and waiting until she PARTIES. And I’m gonna be there.

 Watch this space!!!

Lindsay Lohan is laughing…all the way to the bank

 

Lohan

Kerr-ching!

 

Lilo is in London and that means one thing – nightclubs go crazy trying to get her in.

It’s not unusual for clubs to offer five figure sums to get celebs like Lindsay in. I remember covering her last trip to London for The Sunday Mirror when Dolce nightclub paid her in the region of £20,000 to ‘party’ there.

Except she is a recovering alcoholic so she refused alcohol and didn’t dance so I don’t call that a party.

Anyway, she’s just been to Crystal in the West End  – turned up, sat there and left. BORING!

What do the clubs get out of it? They’re surely not going to get that much extra business by advertising Lindsay Lohan as a special guest. Guys don’t care any more as she’s made it clear she’s a lesbian.

How much longer can she keep the grin on her face and afford to stay at five star hotels like London’s Claridges before doing a HALF-DECENT tv / film role?

Get back to the day job girl! And get a sandwich on the way – Lindsay’s legs looked way too matchstick like tonight.

She’s beginning to look like a human lollipop (massive head, skinny body) and you know what I think about lollipops….

Cabbies Comment

Party pal Firgas and I got a chivalrous cab driver, who is very good at singing Nickelback to take us from Glamour Woman of The Year Awards to Karaoke Box in London’s Smithfield.

Watch the whole clip for his singing – maybe I should start a cabbie’s chanting section…

It will cheer you up and it is cheaper than therapy

Mischief at Glamour Awards

The naughtiest person all night was Ronnie Wood’s soon to be ex-wife Jo!

That lady knows how to party.

She one of the last to leave – out-partying Glamour’s main guest Kylie Minogue (who left at 1030) by  about 3 hours. Jo was swathed in a vintage red sequin dress (sequins are the way forward) and it looked amazing as she shimmied on the dancefloor ALL night, singing her heart out to her fave tunes. Well, actually just most of the tunes. ALL night.

The only time she wasn’t on the dancefloor, she was the life and soul of the smokers area. She must have got through a few ciggies as she ran out and marched up to my party pal Firgas and said: “Do you have a cigarette? I am so desperate. We can go thirds on it because my friend wants some too. Say you have one, I need one?”

Firgas doesn’t actually smoke but managed to find a fag from someone else and Jo literally grabbed it out of her hand. 

Rock and Roll. I’d probably rather be like Jo than Kylie…