Lake Placid hasn't seen this much action since the 1980 Winter Olympics.
Just after ringing in his 54th birthday in the upstate New York burg, President Clinton got a special little surprise from an autograph seeker who asked him to sign her shirt. The president, ever eager to please, whipped out his pen and gamely signed the hem of his shapely fan's yellow T-shirt.
But -- whoa, whoa! -- just as the president drew back his pen, the little lady ripped off her shirt, to reveal her snappy white bra. Clinton, smiling, soaked up a split-second eyeful before a passel of Secret Service men converged and he turned away.
Just as long as she didn't ask him to autograph her thong ...
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Give this man a cigar!
"It's the sort of thing I would have done."
-- Norman Mailer, on why he felt sorry for President Clinton after his "non-horizontal" affair with that woman, Ms. Lewinsky, at the Edinburgh, Scotland, Book Festival last week.
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Clandestine meating
How does Britney Spears like her meat?
Apparently, she likes to enjoy it while making googly eyes at 'N Sync's Justin Timberlake. Just days after the belly-button-flashing popster denied to the U.K. tabloids that she was romantically involved with Timberlake ("It was just the distance between us," she told the Scottish Daily Record), she was spotted dining a deux at Del Frisco's Steakhouse in Orlando, Fla.
And forget that distance thing. "They were very close and affectionate," a fellow diner tells me, "constantly holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes. They shared meals and dessert."
If anything, it was her beloved fans she was a little distant from. "She was in the bathroom fixing her lipstick at the same time I was," the diner dishes, "and when I complimented her pants, before I realized who she was, she was rude to me. Then, when I realized who she was, she was even more rude."
The restaurant confirms that the couple dined together, but declined to confirm Britney's rudeness or to reveal how she likes her meat.
But at least one fan got a raw deal.
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And you thought she was dumb
"I'm sorry, but is 'Survivor' a 'reality' show? I mean, do 12 people get marooned on a desert island? This isn't really reality we're watching. It's pumped-up fantasy."
-- Former "Baywatch" babe Yasmine Bleeth on just how real CBS is keepin' it.
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Coming soon: "The Martha Stewart Guide to Trespassers"?
Unwelcome visitors are apparently not a good thing in Martha Stewart's estimation.
Richard Anderson, a driver for Crystal Limousine Service in Ellsworth, Maine, found that out the hard way when he drove a group of bachelorette party revelers onto the omnipresent omnimediac's private Seal Harbor property last week.
In a fury, Stewart parked her SUV behind Anderson's limo to keep him from leaving her property until the police showed up an hour later.
However, the Bangor Daily News reported Monday that the Hancock County district attorney had decided not to prosecute the man for trespassing, despite Stewart's fervent desire to press charges.
What's more, the D.A. noted, by physically restraining Anderson and company on her property, Stewart herself could be brought up on criminal charges.
Just what the world needs: License plates with little felt hearts, shiny ribbons and cute buttons sewn on.
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Juicy bits
Good news for Al Gore: He's got Fabio's vote. "I hate politics and I hate politicians," the longhaired cover boy told the Boston Herald. "They're all in it for themselves, and they're all corrupt." However, if forced to choose between Gore and George W. Bush, Fabio said he'd be inclined to pull the lever for the veep, if only because of his position on abortion. The man whose face launched a thousand bodice rips, it seems, is staunchly pro-choice.
Someone's pointy ears are burning. Star Trek icon Leonard Nimoy will receive an honorary doctorate from a branch of his alma mater, Antioch University. (That's Dr. Spock to you ...) Barbara Gellman-Danley, president of Antioch's McGregor School in Ohio, says she nominated Nimoy because of his efforts to refute arguments against the existence of the Holocaust. The actor said he was "very touched, very flattered and deeply honored" to receive the degree. And you thought Spock was unemotional.
What is it with British pop stars and hairy buttocks? The U.K. Sun, which recently reported on Oasis frontman Liam Gallagher's shaggy backside, reports that popster Robbie Williams has such a furry, zitty caboose, it had to be airbrushed in a promotional poster that shows him dropping trou. A record company source told the tabloid, "It's hysterically funny because girls think Robbie's so sexy yet his backside leaves much to be desired." Fur real.
Galleons a-go-go! Harry Potter author J.K. Rowling, who raked in more than $30 million last year, has been named as the highest-paid woman in Britain. Hope they didn't pay her in leprechaun gold ...
It's looking more and more official: Meg Ryan and Dennis Quaid, together again for the first time. Now that Ryan has begged his forgiveness for her three-month dalliance with Russell Crowe, Quaid is said to have withdrawn the divorce papers he filed last month. Ryan reportedly told the London Express her tryst with Crowe was a "dreadful mistake." Maybe they should rename their upcoming movie "Proof of Wife."
Sad news about everyone's favorite same-sex Hollywood couple, Anne Heche and Ellen DeGeneres: The poster girls for committed lesbianism are calling it quits. "Unfortunately, we have decided to end our relationship," the couple announced in Saturday's New York Daily News. "It is an amicable parting, and we greatly value the three-and-a-half years we have spent together." But the news gets worse. The Associated Press reports that the very day the separation was announced, Heche was found dazed and confused in Fresno, Calif. She apparently wandered up to the door of a rural home, knocked and began babbling incoherently to its residents. The Fresno County sheriff's office took her to an area hospital. If these walls could talk, they'd probably be blubbering inconsolably right about now.
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