Sean Hayes - Taller than I thought!

I always assumed he was little, around my size, 5'10 tops. But no, he was quite tall, taller than Trainer Pete (a big boy himself) who introduced me to Sean on Saturday morning at Gold's. He was quite pasty white too, but still more attractive in person than on the telly (I must confess however, I did have a thing for him years ago in Billy's Hollywood Screen Kiss).

Normally Sean works out with Little Pete, Pete's ex, but, for whatever reason, not this Saturday. After the introduction pleasentaries and discussion of my recent move to LA, my accent, etc., the conversation went thus:

Matt: By the way, I love your show.

Sean: Oh! Thank you!

Matt: No. Not that one, the other one, Situation:Comedy.

Sean: The one watched by 12 people.

Matt: Yeah, that one.

Sean: [Laughs, very un-Jack like]

We both fade into the depths of the gym.

A very pleasant conversation. He seemed very nice, and later, when we both met up at the water fountain, he asked me how things were going (with my workout), which I thought was pretty damn impressive. I was pretty thrilled! So Sean, if you ever need someone to spot you a few reps, I'm there for you buddy!!!

Sunset Junction

Silverlake is the antithesis of West Hollywood... sort of... maybe...

In DC terms, it's pretty much an amalgamation of Capitol Hill and Adams Morgan, only less ethnic, with heavy leather & bear influences. Before I got here I was told I totally fit into the WeHo scene, since being here people have said that I am not quite WeHo enough and have more of a Silverlake edge. I'm a tad confused by all this labeling, so for the moment I go along with whatever they say. It's quite possibly an Abbey vs. Faultine thing, so until I've been to the latter, my verdict is still out.











Back to this weekend and Sunset Junction, the annual Silverlake street festival. It's your typical booze, food and local vendors lining the streets with throngs of people in various states of undress and/or drunkenness. Three music stages with bands I'd never heard of (though apparently some were big names), and a selection of fairground rides dating back to, and actually made in, the 70s.

We went earlyish Saturday afternoon, meeting up with fellow ex-DC soul, Mikey (we'd both lived there for 12 years, only met once - which I don't remember - and knew NO ONE in common), and a couple of his friends, Chad and Philip (hysterical, knew bunches of people in DC, after a few beers he seemed vaguely familiar, maybe I too had met him cracked out at Nation?).

We wondered the streets, slurping frozen margaritas dosed with extra shots that the chick behind the counter handed us in syringes (for a bigger tip). We checked out Rough Trade (with it's leather strap-ons, mesh shirts and forceps). We ate chicken-on-a-stick and hot dogs. Pointed out hot boys with their shirts off (I really must get a digital camera). Had a tipple at some straight bar (which the gays slowly took over as the afternoon progressed). Rode some rides (Philip hated me for a moment or two, I forgave him, it did feel like we gonna die). One of the carnies was probably the dirtiest man alive, the other a terrorist who banned Chad and Philip from The Hustler because they were bopping in places they shouldn't bop. We all jigged to some DJ, ate at some Mexican place, and then called it a night (yes, bloody work again at 8am Sunday morning).

It was probably the best time I've ever had at one of these festival things... must have been the company!

CELEBFLASH: 3 Times in One Day?

Yes, it was almost too much for me to handle.

I saw John Kesler three times in one day.

And I got introduced to him again (naturally he didn't remember me from the previous time, why would he?). Not only is he a personal trainer and a fitness model, but he can build kitchen cabinets (from scratch). Will this man's talents never end?

I have heard tell of a dark side however. Rumor has it he has a tattoo of a swastika over his (hot) ass and (treetrunk like) upper thigh. Is it actually just one of those nivana symbols (the backwards swastika)? My sources are looking into this as you read.

Here are some other recent celeb sightings...

Tia Carrera, pregnant and looking absolutely radiant. We were worried however that she looked like she her waters were going to break and she was going drop the sprog right then and there.

Nia Vardalos, do your relatives always make you buy something so they don't have to use the public restrooms like everyone else? You did look good though, unlike...


Elizabeth Berkley, what happened? You missed out on Saved By The Bell: The College Years. You flaunted it all to no avail in Showgirls. And then you floundered in Woody's Jade Scorpion. But what the hell has happened to your face?

The kid from Nip/Tuck, the one who's actually Christian's son and who was messing about with one of my stalkers. Doesn't he look like some weird spawn of Michael Jackson?

BNRS: At Long Last, My Review

Mike Adamle does it again!

From 1989 to 1997 Mike hosted American Gladiators (a cheese-filled classic, though the UK version took the campiness to a whole new level) bringing such legendary muscle-bound stars as Laser (right - he's just so hot!), Nitro and Zap to our screens. This time (not so ably) abetted by Omarosa, Trishelle and that tall Bachelor Guy, Mike does what Mike does best. He takes the camp factor to new heights with his oh-so-earnest commentary of the trials and tribulations of this new breed of network stars.

BNRS: It's Corel vs. The Miz. Big Brothers' Dr. Will vs. Gay Will. Hatch vs. Hawk. A Millionaire vs. numerous Average and Schmo Joes. And a Showbiz dad called Duncan "The Nut" Nutter!

Of the 32 contestants, there are several Season 2 Apprentice "stars" (but really, what else are they gonna do) and a good smattering from The Amazing Race, The Real World and Survivor, among others. There were only two I didn't recognize (I never did watch Next Top Model, what can I say?).

Corel proudly shows off her "friends"; Hatch schemes; The Miz gets shirtless and pumped up; Jonathan screams at Victoria; Charla proves that Little People have heart; and Rachel Love Fraiser protects all her newly constructed assets. Oh, and they all scream at, or cheer for, one another depending on the amount of alcohol or pain meds consumed.

I never saw the original show (no, not all American shows make it across the Pond, we had It's a Knockout instead). Apparently the competitions are similar, the outfits and styles a little more current, but it's the bitchin' and moanin' and the way these people makes total asses of themselves, that's what we really tune in for anyway. Then, naturally, this being Reality TV, there's the shocking elimination, which really amps up the catfights and infighting! And, of course, makes for good television as these stars all want their second 15 minutes of fame!

I remember the days when Bravo was a highbrow arts channel (which few watched). Now it's owned by NBC, and Celebrity Poker Showdown or those Queer Eye boys are ALWAYS on. I watch. It's certainly better than The History Channel!

In conclusion, I'll leave you with these thoughts: Is this really Reality TV at it's best and brightest? Or trashy and tackiest? Or is NBC simply milking these poor schmos for the longest 15 minutes they can get?

BTW I have the show Season Passed on my TiVo. I love it!

(Yes, Tos, I know... you're totally baffled by all this! GET BLOODY CABLE!!!)

CELEBFLASH: An Overdue Update

I know, I know, you all think I'm getting sick and tired of all this celeb sightings, especially as we enter these dog days of summer - you all would be very wrong however, the celebs keep coming fast and furious, I just haven't had a chance to update you'all...

Theo Whatever-His-Name-Is, formerly of Road Rules 9, currently of Battle of the Network Reality Stars.



Road Rules 10: The Quest's Blair. Didn't he host the Inferno 2's online chats?




America Ferrera, the large latina who made a name for herself first in 2002's Real Women Have Curves and just recently in The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.


Parminder Nagra, the Indian girl from ER and Bend It Like Beckham! Yes, she skipped across the Pond just like me.



Donna Martin's dad, no not Aaron Spelling, Michael Durrell the guy who played Dr. Martin on 90210. He was also in one of the greatest mini-series of all time, V.


Adam Brody, wisecracking Chrismukah-creating Seth Cohen from The O.C. He was just a little too thin in person!



Trainer Bobby! That's correct! Kathy Griffin's own personal trainer. We chit chatted at Gold's the other week. He asked me not to post his pic, he wants to keep the mobbing crowds to a minimum.

And last, but definitely not least, Corbin Bernsen. One of the people influential for my move to the United States. You see, back in the day I was an LA Law devotee. I thought the show represented everything that the US had to offer to us young bewildered immigrants: expensive suits, convertibles, hot women (yes, that really was a long long time ago) and flashy successes.

I wanted so badly to say something to Corbin, but he was having dinner with his son and I didn't want to interrupt, so, I just refilled his iced tea something like 5 times and let him be. I really should have at least given him a free brownie!

Peter Paige is Everywhere...

Or so it seems...

Ever since I first saw him in person at the Outfest screening of his directorial debut Say Uncle, he's become my new Famke Janssen-esq stalker. He seemed nice and approachable that first night, but I suppose he had to be since he was hawking his film. We didn't talk to him however, because I came over all embarrassed and just didn't know what to say. The next day I saw him at the gym, I smiled, and he sneered back. Since then I've pretty much seen him every time I go to the gym (including when I went at primetime last week) and he just gives he dirty looks. He was even at The Factory on Saturday night signing some QAF cds or something (it was some QAF Babylon themed night) .

BTW, thank you WeHo Mark and co. for a fabulous first "big night out" in West Hollywood. Lots of shirtless boyz were danced with or ogled or both, and although I had to work at 8am the next morning, the pain all the next day was all well worth it.

It's now Tuesday, and so far no blues (though I did sniffle a bit when Ethel passed on Eastenders yesterday - but I really don't think that counts, it was very emotional!!!).

All Work and No Play...

I feel like this working business is seriously getting in the way of my blogging duties. I barely have time anymore to walk the dog and get a serious workout in (plus a little cardio), and I don't have to get there most days until 4pm.

While struggling to keep on my busy busy schedule today, I rushed my back shave, slicing off copious amounts of skin with my Gillette (which may be "the best a man can get", but really, who actually looks like those guys in the commercials? Oh that's right, certain boys at my gym! By the way Golds: Hollywood is much prettier during the day than at "primetime"). Yes, it's true, I do attempt to shave my own back. I get most of it, have a little trouble with the bit in the middle, but that's not much of a concern anyway. It's the top (below the neck) and lower areas I have to worry about. Maybe one day I'll laser it off. Maybe I'll grow more proud of my back hair like I did that on my chest. OK, so that's pushing it... the laser it will be... someday... maybe...

Today was "Lunch with Cary Day". So, it was off to Venice and The Firehouse for our weekly chit-chat over a great egg white omelet and some pancakes (don't get the buckwheat ones). Cue a picture of some hot guy:

Unfortunately the guy above, Mike, wasn't there (though I have seen him before). There was only one short pseudo hottie there (but he's no one I would be able to find a pic of).

To commiserate my not seeing any muscle boyz I made a quick, but successful, Toys 'R' Us run and then headed home to get primped for work.

And that's it. That's my day. No celeb sightings. Nothing above a B- at the restuarant. And I ate our version of an oreo (the Farmeo, think 5 times as big and much much more calorific), so I felt fat for most of the evening.

I think I need some TV!