updated 01/31/1983 AT 01:00 AM EST
•originally published 01/31/1983 AT 01:00 AM EST
The 98th Congress was supposed to be independent and feisty, no more buddy-buddy with the Administration, no more Rep. Nice Guy. So it should come as no surprise that many of the 57 new congressional Democrats and 23 new Republicans descended upon President Reagan after a White House dinner in their honor. But wait a minute. Were they bearding Ron about the budget? No. Defense? No. Social Security? Wrong again. They besieged the President for autographs; as fast as Ron and Nancy could sign them, they were given more napkins and menus to memorialize. White House aides were turned off by the display. Sneered one: "How tacky!"
There's been a delay in the $113 million palimony suit brought against Liberace by his former bodyguard, Scott Thorson (who says the Sultan of Sequins promised him $7,000 a month and half his property for professional and personal considerations). Liberace isn't a defendant until he has received official notice. A process server says she served Liberace with papers at Long Island's Westbury Music Fair last October. She told L.A. Superior Court Judge Irving A. Shimer that the man she gave the papers to was "white, 5'10", 170 pounds, brown hair, dressed in a brown business suit." Not true, says the pianist known for his outlandish outfits. The judge sided with Liberace, proclaiming, "That man wouldn't be caught dead in a brown business suit."
On the Level
She may have played a Coal Miner's Daughter, but actress Sissy Spacek has become the uranium miner's foe. She is lobbying the legislature in her home state of Virginia against some proposed uranium prospecting. Though radiation is no joking matter to her—"Last year my mother died of cancer, my brother died of leukemia at 19, and my other brother has had cancer," she says—Spacek did smile when she threatened lawmakers with her telekinetic talents from Carrie. Asked Sissy, "You want to see me level that gymnasium over there?"
The British press and public seem to have become a bit more sympathetic toward Koo Stark, the onetime American soft-porn actress who stole Prince Andrew's heart. For one thing, it seems that the romance just won't die. Latest word is that Andy gave Koo the dog tags he wore as a naval sublieutenant in the Falklands. Bright red, they're inscribed "HRH the Prince Andrew" on one side; on the other, they carry such intimate details as rank, serial number and blood type. How does the old saying go? Dog tags are a girl's best friend?
For years the Kiss pinball game was a giant success, but now Journey, the San Francisco-based rock group, is the star of a video game. Called Journey Escape, the game can be played at home and, starting in March, in arcades too. The object is to help negotiate lead singer Steve Perry and his four bandmates from a concert to the safety of their escape vehicle before time and money run out—all the while avoiding obstacles like love-crazed groupies, sneaky photographers and shifty promoters. Journey, guaranteed a cut of the sales, always wins—even when you lose.
•"I don't believe in wearing animal furs," says Rod Stewart's missus, Alana. So why was she caught wearing a fox coat when she arrived in London recently? "I feel guilty," admits Alana, "but the trouble is that I catch cold easily, and they told me the English winter had arrived, so I took it from its secret hideaway. I console myself that the fox was dead before I bought it."
•Don Rickles' 12-year-old son, Larry, made his stage debut at Las Vegas' Sahara Hotel. Larry walked onstage, took a bow and then asked, "What do I do now?" Responded Dad, "Get off the stage and see what Mommy's doing with our money."