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Peter! Peter! I Can See My House From Here

The Dame Edna Experience at The Vauxhall Tavern was an unexpected surprise yesterday. Odd that the plan was Notting Hill and we ended up in Vauxhall and Clapham ... the best days are the ones you don't really plan.

Adding to the spontaneity was an impromptu flight on the Eye this morning with the allegedly acrophobic, and sadly soon-to-be spirited away lodger houseguest.

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Can someone please explain WHY Beyonce got 3, count 'em ... THREE, songs last night? That was so not oscarlicious. And can't someone give Josh Grobin a haircut?

Anybody else thinking Ms. Swank needs to tone down the over-sincere graciousness? "I'm just a girl from a trailer park with a dream."

Helloooo? Who isn't? Where's my little statue?

And hooray for The Aviator taking a nosedive. It really was The Corrections of filmmaking (excepting, of course, for Cate ... who was stunning).