Could it be that one of our favorite fag hags rang in the New Year once again barking up the wrong tree? So say folks in SoBe who tell me that the sly older cat and a significantly younger cutie were canoodling like two bad mice in the corner — until the beauteous boy's buff beau barged in. Charity may begin at home, but this vacation suddenly had three little mice jockeying for attention. Sounds like the last honeymoon of our perpetual Miss!
A blind item in The Mirror asks, "Which pop starlet is worrying her pals with her newly developed penchant for disco dust? She's fallen in with a showbiz crowd with bad habits, and nothing her bandmates say will make her see sense."