Canadian Prime Minister Pierre Elliott Trudeau can be forgiven his impromptu dance after bidding Queen Elizabeth adieu at Ottawa International Airport. The day before, after all, he and the Queen had signed Canada's new constitution, which finally severed Canada's colonial ties with Great Britain. Pierre's pirouette was not without precedent. Five years ago he executed a quick jig after meeting the Queen at Buckingham Palace and was roundly criticized in the British press. And eight years before that, during another Commonwealth conference in London, Fleet Street made fun of Pierre when he slid down a banister in the decorous Lancaster House.
Stephanie gets her kicks
Though she was seen snuggling court-side with Paul Belmondo, 19 (movie star Jean-Paul's son), Monaco's Princess Stephanie, 17, is still something of a tomboy at heart. Stephanie slipped onto the courts at the Monte Carlo Open for a morning workout and demonstrated to Ivan Lendl her "full contact" move. That's a cross between karate and Thai boxing using both hands and feet. It must feel much like the beating Lendl took when Guillermo Vilas of Argentina soundly trounced him in straight sets in the finals of the $300,000 Grand Prix tournament.
He is known as the Motor City Madman, and Ted Nugent's curious culinary leanings do nothing to dispel that image. The raucous 33-year-old rocker says he thinks of snakes as "appetizers." So when a fan named Betsy and her four-foot boa constrictor, Ralph, greeted Ted in his dressing room following a performance at the Ritz in Manhattan, Nugent sidled up to the serpent and evil-eyed it for his frying pan. "The only thing that entered my mind was hunger," insists Nugent, "and how I could sauté that thing with onions."
The film is about runners in the 1924 Olympics, but as Catherine Bach, 28, left a Beverly Hills fete celebrating Chariots of Fire's Best Picture Oscar, the former high school track star could easily have walked off with the Best Legs award. Warner Bros., distributor of Bach's TV show, The Dukes of Hazzard, obviously thinks so—it has insured her gams for $20 million. They may not qualify her as the Down Home American Girl type, but that's the title of the cut she sings on the new Dukes album—which has given the aspiring singer a leg up on her desire to do a solo disc.
Sting polices the park
With a new album (The Secret Policeman's Other Ball) climbing the charts, a previous effort (Ghost in the Machine) on its way to double-platinum status, and a movie (Brimstone and Treacle) due out this summer, it's no wonder that Sting (left), lead singer of the reggae-rock group Police, had spring in his step. The Police-man (né Gordon Sumner) shared his New York beat with Michael Rose, composer for the Jamaican reggae group Black Uhuru (which sometimes opens for the Police). Black Uhuru's latest LP is Tear It Up—exactly what Sting and Rose did to the Central Park pavement.