Fallen Angels
From the snobby stuff that gets exported, the British TV audience, Yanks assume, is immune to sex & violence and into literate scripts. Yet when ITV, the independent network, thought it could clobber the BBC in the ratings by piping in Charlie's Angels, Auntie bludgeoned back, programming Clint Eastwood movies dead opposite. Farrah and the girls fell from No. 6 (the episode before Clint was brought into the breach) to 12th his premiere week, to 18th to nowhere...

Mickey Mouse
"We have a certain obligation to the public," the Walt Disney World exec huffed, "to feature Disney-type people," which he explained meant "all-American—wholesome." So boyish, Austrian-born body-builder Arnold {Pumping Iron) Schwarzenegger was scrubbed from a taping of the The Phil Donahue Show at Disney World. Then at the last minute the Disney HQ in Hollywood overruled the bluenoses and approved another undesirable—and Billy Carter went on.

Hair Today
A presidential aide had his locks coiffed lately at a trendy Washington salon, liked the look and promptly invited young hairstylist Ron Morales to bring his shears to the White House. Which cut out Milton Pitts, the seven-year regular who weaned Richard Nixon of greasy kid stuff. Retorted Pitts: "Those who like the way I make them look don't mind coming to my Sheraton-Carlton shop." Indeed, the turnover seemed more one of style than partisan politics, for first-week clients at the hotel's tonsorial palace included Cabinet members Michael Blumenthal, Griffin Bell, Bert Lance, and there was "a call from Vice-President Mondale, wondering where I'd gone."

Family Hour
It was announced dramatically by NBC that the Tonight show would start rolling at 8:30 p.m., Burbank time, thus making it live (11:30 in the East, 10:30 Central) for the first time in 18 years. The idea was to give an extra tingle to the show and the ratings, wilting lately under the hot breath of Mary Hartman and action reruns (Kojak, S. W.A. T. et al) played by the opposition. Then the plans were dropped just as dramatically. Some name guests balked at spending their dinner hour drinking Java with Johnny, but the clincher was a staff uprising previously unthinkable at the tyrannical Carson shop. "Three key members told him they just couldn't take the night hours," an NBC senior V.P. reports. "Their family life would be too loused up."

Stallion's Stable
Just three years ago, they lived in a filthy New York pad with the windows painted black so the writer in the family could concentrate. Next they took a chance and relocated over their heads in a $250-a-month rental in a middling area of L.A. Now they have traded way up, signing a lease on a Beverly Hills mansion which sports an automatic turntable driveway, a wine cellar draped with artificial cobwebs and an indoor fountain spouting from a rhinoceros head. The leasor was Edie Adams, and the whacko gadgeteer who designed the funhouse, her late husband, Ernie Kovacs, would undoubtedly have approved of the new tenants: Sasha and her triple-Oscar nominee husband, Sylvester (Rocky) Stallone.


•The cheapest new thrill in Hollywood costs a quarter at the in-spot of the month, Culver City's lavishly carpeted trilevel Sega Pinball Parlor. Habitués range from Kurt Russell of NBC's the short-lived Quest to Buck Henry, co-scenarist of The Graduate. So far, however, the emporium's Pinball Wizard has proved to be Sally {All in the Family) Struthers, who even staged a benefit bash there raising $2,000 for the Christian Children's Fund.

•ABC's war at the anchor desk has spread to, of all places, Uganda. A TV producer in Africa got a call the other day from a Barbara Walters minion asking him to arrange a phoner with Idi Amin. The producer had just started to move, when a Harry Reasoner aide was on the horn pressing for a personal interview with the Ugandan president-for-life.