It's for the new Angie Hart single Cold Heart Killer and as our UK correspondent Will so aptly put it when he saw snaps from the shoot, "It's the gayest thing she's ever done! Feathers! Dancing! Sparkles!"

Which means it is excellent.

We are going to attempt to leave countless threatening MySpazz messages in broken English on her page until we can force her to grant Defamer Australia an idiotic interview, but this may take a while. In the meantime, go request the song on JJJ as per these handy instructions. Thank you.

Turns out our nation's beloved Prime Minister doesn't suffer from a strange genetic condition leaving him physically incapable of forming the word "sorry" after all.

Exactly what issue prompted such a rare display from our fearless leader?

Prime Minister John Howard says he is sorry about the interest rate rise. Official interest rates rose to their highest level in 10 years yesterday to 6.5 per cent. Mr Howard has told Macquarie Radio he has taken a hammering about the Reserve Bank decision this morning.

"Sure, we've had an interest rate rise and I'm sorry about that - I regret it," he said. "I didn't want an interest rate rise. But one has come about because the Reserve Bank, in its independent judgement, has made the call that the economy is so strong the best thing in the long-term interest of the economy is to adjust interest rates."

Interest rates. Of course.

Be still our beating erogenous zones. Pants man and consummate entertainer Justin Timberlake is bringing his Jackson-esque dance moves and Timbaland flavoured funk to our fine shores!

• Music round-up: Support home-grown bands 67 Special, who launches their album in places big and small, Midnight Juggernauts in Tassie, and British India in Newcastle and Sydney (their Tie Up My Hands clip above)
• Every night across Australia, 36,000 children and young people are homeless. Drag your friends along, sleepout and freeze for a cause.
• Catch Rogue, the latest offering from Wolf Creek director Greg McLean, which stars a very yummy Michael Vartan and premieres in Darwin this Saturday.

There appears to be a "severe exhaustion" epidemic sweeping through the world in which celebrities live.

Amy Winehouse is the latest victim - apparently her skeletal frame has had just about enough of holding up that enormous bee-hive of a hairdo, because the toothless wonder has been carted off to hospital suffering from the dreaded affliction.

Winehouse, whose hits include Rehab, was taken to University College London Hospital on Wednesday morning and discharged hours later.

She had been due to appear at the Oya music festival in Oslo, Norway, on Wednesday night.

The set is a latest in a string of several gigs the singer has recently cancelled, citing exhaustion or ill health.

The "exhaustion" excuse is also the latest in a string of cases involving celebrities ditching their commitments. To be fair, it is apparently a legit Medical Condition, but for Christ's sake, surely getting pissed every night, eating nothing but sushi and protein shakes and then having to work, like every other person in the world, doesn't allow them to qualify?

Kudos to CLEO magazine, which has finally decided to drop train-wreck celebrities from its covers.

For the first time since November 2000, the No.2 young women's magazine, CLEO, is sacking celebrities from its cover in favour of less familiar models, gambling readers are ready for fresh faces.

And thank god for that. We're somewhat tired of seeing the same celebrities on the covers. It's as though they've got Paris Hilton, Nicole Richie, Jennifer Lopez, Eva Longoria, Mischa Barton and Cameron Diaz on rotation.

The September issue, on sale Monday, has Gunnedah-born Miranda Kerr on the front, and editorial director Paula Joye and editor Nedahl Stelio say they hope to use models from now on.

"Particularly with young women, we have been looking at the glorification of the Paris Hiltons and the Nicole Richies," Joye says, naming two ubiquitous stars who have built considerable fame on negligible achievement. "But if you look at what is happening to these girls, they are in drugs, in car crashes, in arrests, in jail. There's not a lot of reason to put them on the cover of magazines. I'd go so far as to say it's irresponsible when you are looking at the young women's target market."

Fair point. Why stop there though? Other things CLEO should consider banning - ridiculous celebrity diets, real-life stories entitled "I Was A Prostitute For A Night", features on why plastic surgery is so hot right now, and anything that promotes the wearing of leggings and neon t-shirts.

· We take it back: she's clearly got acting talent in spades. · Meet Rob Weiss, the real-life inspiration for the abrasive, egomaniacal director character who's gotten way too much screen time in the past two seasons of Entourage. But a fun fact: 24's Louis "Edgar" Lombardi was his Turtle. · RIP, WWN. · The only thing that could be more fun than a giant Lego Man washing ashore on a Dutch beach is if the mysterious plastic figure had been riding a Lego unicorn.

Sure, it was cute enough to click around Us Weekly's little online game showing what a handful of actresses would look like deprived of their "beauty trademarks," like Angelina Jolie without her lips, or Kirsten Dunst minus that adorably weird mouthful of razor-sharp baby teeth. But it's just wrong what their Photoshopping sadists did to the most spectacular cleavage of a still-maturing Hollywood generation. Even putting that image in people's minds for as along as it takes to move on to the next photo is a reckless endangerment of Scarlett Johansson's acting career. Nice work, Us sickies.

• Beauty Trademarks [UsMagazine.com]

One set of celebrity children who will likely never stare back at you from underneath a magazine headline reading HELP! is Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's multicultural brood - unless, of course, the story in question seeks to expose how the doting parents are suffocating their orphan collection with too much love. The new issue of Life & Style boasts 10! pages! of exclusive! pics of the weekend-long celebration of Maddox's sixth year, which no less a source than Brad himself is said to have declared the tyke's "best birthday ever."

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The details of Us Weekly's new cover story, MY TWISTED NIGHT WITH BRIT, are so terrible that we can hardly bring ourselves to repeat them here. But repeat them we will: Succumbing once again to the exotic mental disorder that causes the total collapse of her superego and drives her towards the nearest sexually available background performer without concern for the consequences of her impulsive actions, Spears took an extra from her latest video shoot hostage, submerged him in a hot tub atop the Standard Hotel Downtown, and once the slab of man-meat was adequately tenderised by the jacuzzi's steaming waters, subjected him to a deranged, alcohol-fuelled game of "look at my funny boobie tattoos, y'all, or I will end you." The victim tells Us, "Britney was the first one to undress, and then everyone else followed. I turned around and saw that she was topless and she had fake tattoos of flowers on her nipples from the shoot." Chilling, we know. There is, however, a glimmer of good news in this sopping wet evening of unspeakable depravity: Baby Jayden was elsewhere, and not, as it appears on the Us cover (above), floating placidly just inches away from where his mother was clumsily seducing her college-boy quarry. Bonus: Britney is a brainiac.

• My Shocking 6 Hours With Topless Britney [Us Weekly]

Like Snoop Dogg before him, actor Ed Harris is the latest American celebrity to cause a ruckus at London's Heathrow Airport. While officials should have rightly waived the actor through the sounding metal detectors on the strength of his transcendent supporting work in The Hours alone, the actor's mini-tantrum and the ensuing discovery of a knife in his pocket instead resulted in Harris being taken into police custody and missing his flight to L.A. The Mirror reports:

An airport source told the Mirror: "Ed Harris landed himself in hot water because he made such a fool of - himself. He was affronted that security officers dared to ask him to empty his pockets as he went through a checkpoint near passport control. "Harris lobbed his keys on to a table in front of security staff and the coins in his pocket went everywhere.

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Anna Nicole Smith's methadone-infused light may have been snuffed much too soon, but her memory will live on in a steady barrage of endlessly exploitable audio-visual materials. For example, a Texas plastic surgeon has been attempting to sell a videotape he made of a routine gazonga-insertion procedure she underwent back in 1994. Now, creepy lurking legal presence Howard K. Stern, still hanging around in her afterlife, has overseen a temporary restraining order against the doctor:

Superior Court Judge Mitchell L. Beckloff granted the order Friday at the request of Smith's former attorney and executor of her will, Howard K. Stern. The injunction prevents the sale, distribution or dissemination of the videotape.

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We're having trouble remembering the punchline to that old joke that goes: "How many women must a crackpot music producer threaten with a loaded firearm before jurors finally discount his highly unlikely story that a failed actress was so depressed, she followed him home to his mansion one night to kill herself?" (We're pretty sure that in every iteration, however, the answer was five or less.)

• Fifth woman to say Spector held gun on her [USAToday/AP]

The emaciated husk of a formerly zaftig Courtney Love still steadfastly insists her rapid weight loss was achieved through entirely safe and natural means, with a self-devised nutritional system so effective, we wouldn't be the least bit surprised to see a chain of Courtney Love Weight Loss Centres popping up around the country. But for those concerned that even the slightest blast of guitar feedback might now turn the rocker into a human tumbleweed, Love reassures her blog readers in her trademarked pidgin prose that she's already packing the pounds back on through that most popular of snack-sized Hollywood peace offerings, the cupcake:

"ive put on 10 pounds (thank you Sprinkles cupcakes wic h i must admit are overrated)" and "i never ever sia di was some pop tart singing griunning dancing 'enjtertainer' did i?"

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· The moviegoing public's hunger for threequels has proven so lucrative that studio executives have taken to using three hundred-dollar bills at a time to wipe themselves in celebration of their incredible run of summer success. [Variety] · Will Hollywood's mad rush to get projects into the production pipeline before a possible strike result in movies which are shittier than normal? Answer: Yup, almost certainly. [THR] · Warner Bros. is planning a live-action, big-screen version of the Hanna-Barbera cartoon Johnny Quest. Not that anyone asked us, but there's no way this gets made without Timberlake attached to star, right? [Variety] · Just 2 million dedicated moviemaking fans tune in to Fox's absurdly low-rated - but still alive and kicking! - On The Lot on Tuesday night, as the show quickly approaches its goal of having a single viewer for each dollar in the competition's $US1 million top prize. [THR] · Imagine visionary Brian Grazer will superproduce the tentatively titled series The FBI for Fox, a project that should finally satisfy Grazer's burning desire to do "a thing about the CIA or the ATF or NSA or whichever one of those places with the cool initials will let me sleep on the floor of their offices for a few months so I can soak up the atmosphere. And maybe shoot a gun." [Variety]

Should the prolonged strike everyone's nervous about ever come to pass, the studios could resort to using cheap, non-union talent to keep their lucrative movie franchises on schedule and avoid the huge financial losses of production delays. In the interest of helping with their alternative casting plans, we direct any desperate producers to this thread on a Mazda owners' message board [warning: not graphic, but probably NSFW], in which a confused poster describes how he stumbled upon some Detroit-area superhero hopefuls keeping their chops sharp in case they ever get the call from Sony to step in and make sure Spider-Man 4: Spidey on Venom gets into the multiplex on time.

• Weirdest Thing I have ever seen (WW) [Club RSX.com]

Bearing a passable resemblance to Lindsay Lohan these days must be something of a curse, as one's life might be interrupted constantly by clueless paparazzi and starfucking tourists, unwarranted traffic stops by cops looking to meet their DUI quotas, and cheesy nightclub come-ons involving a desire to get into one's coke-pants. Still, there's the occasional benefit, like the opportunity to star in Lohan-related parody videos that could rocket you to fifteen minutes of syndicated entertainment newsmagazine stardom.

• Lindsay Or a Look-A-Like? [The Insider]

With the possibility of a disastrousâ„¢ writers strike (or, a little later down the line, a combined writers/actors/directors one) looming, THR notes that agents are sweating through their Armani as they try to panic-book clients into any movie that might provide a pre-labour-Armageddon commission. (One needs to look no further than the Reporter's singling out of Jim Carrey, who's collecting roles like a homeless man whose next meal is dependent upon his ability to accumulate a shopping cart full of "good enough" aluminium cans, to see how dire the situation is becoming.) Now that much of the top-flight talent is either booked or sitting the next few months out, the THR piece offers some big names who are still looking for jobs:

So who's available? Jake Gyllenhaal, Hugh Grant and Joaquin Phoenix are open for offers, as are Gwyneth Paltrow and Halle Berry.

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All the great TV segment concepts are incubated in the far more experimental medium of basic cable, but eventually work their way up to conservative network programs desperate for fresh ideas. Accordingly, it shouldn't be long before a View producer sees this clip from G4's Attack of the Show and tries to escape their boring, post-Rosie rut by forcing Elizabeth Hasselbeck to hop on Whoopi's shoulders and deep-throat a mustard-slathered hot dog as Joy and Barbara squeal their approval.

• Olivia Munn's Hot Beef Injection [Fleshbot]