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Those other disco survivors, the Village People, may be a tad unfashionable these days, but they're still carrying on like macho men. The sextet's Native American character, Felipe Rose, got his feathers ruffled when cable host Barry Z asked him why the group calls itself the Village People. Prickly Rose seemed half bemused and half horrified, snarling, "I'm not going to tell you. . . . Don't ask me these questions again!" Fine, as long as you don't sing "Y.M.C.A." again!

Fuming, but not to a dance beat, the Ramseys are suing Court TV for implying that their son is a suspect in the murder of little JonBenet. They certainly have an airtight case: "How the fuck dare you! We did it!" (Kidding, of course—oh so kidding.)

And what of the hazardous Phil Bronstein, Sharon Stone's hubby, who was recently bitten by a Komodo dragon at the zoo? Why did he have to get shots? He already got them when he married Sharon Stone!

Moscow believes in fierce: partying at Heaven in Sheepshead Bay.
photo: Brian Finke
Moscow believes in fierce: partying at Heaven in Sheepshead Bay.


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And who is divorcé Tom Cruise zoo-hopping with these days? He was recently reported to have been seen with Patricia Arquette, only to have various publicists insist it was a case of mistaken identity. But the person who first spotted them insists to me that it was indeed Tom and Patricia, not their lookalikes (which would be who—Kyle Bradford and Alexis Arquette?).

Finally, Jackie Collins swept into town to chomp on some photo ops and tell me about things penile ("Hillary should have done a Lorena Bobbitt, then shredded it") and otherwise ("I turned down the chance to be in The Vagina Monologues. I didn't think I could climax in 20 different languages"). I can—so please pardon me while I down a Black Russian. Named Sergei.


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