updated 12/10/1984 AT 01:00 AM EST
•originally published 12/10/1984 AT 01:00 AM EST
The house, intoned London's Daily Mail, "is about as bizarre as the star himself." Indeed, if the Logs, a 19th-century London mansion designed for one of the inventors of the flush toilet, enrages architectural historians (one, Sir Nikolaus Pevsner, calls it "a formidable atrocity"), it seems the perfect address for gaudy Boy George. In October, Boy fell in love with the place, once owned by pop-eyed comic Marty Feldman, and promptly agreed to acquire it for $600,000. Then Fleet Street announced his intention, which put the Boy in a funk. "It is highly likely he will put the place straight back on the market without ever moving in," Boy's Virgin Records company spokesman announced. "He is very accessible to his fans. But when he gets home he wants to be able to shut his front door and enjoy his privacy. He is totally outraged at the leak and feels very depressed and betrayed."
Once more upon a mattress
To celebrate the 25th anniversary of her stage debut in Once Upon a Mattress, Carol Burnett threw a New York bash for the show's original cast and such friends as Dom DeLuise and Mary Martin. What did Burnett think of her mattress-shaped cake? "I'll have to sleep on it," she said.
Angie's gam bit
After presenting a trophy at the International Emmy Awards in New York, Angie Dickinson made another presentation backstage. "The photographers were saying, 'Show us your great legs,' " says Angie, 52. She complied but added, unnecessarily, "If it looks like crud I won't do it again."
"He stole my recipes," joked Sonny Bono after Warren Beatty emerged from the singer's L.A. restaurant, Bono, doggie bag in hand. "He's probably going to open Warren's." More likely it's just that Beatty, who dined with actress Lori (Footloose) Singer, is a bachelor, and a man's gotta eat.
Tow, tow, tow your boats gruelingly down a mile
Most 70-year-olds celebrate their birthdays quietly. By blowing out the candles on their cake, for instance. But not Jack LaLanne, that tireless self-promoter and granddad of America's physical fitness movement. LaLanne turned 70 by donning a red-white-and-blue wet suit, plunging into chilly Long Beach harbor and towing a flotilla of 70 boats—containing 70 friends—for one grueling mile. He did this in handcuffs and foot shackles. "Otherwise," deadpans LaLanne, "anyone would be doing these things." The purpose: "To show that as you get older, you can get better. If I can do it, you can do it."
LaLanne, who was working out before Jane Fonda and Richard Simmons were born, has been doing it professionally since 1936, when he opened the first modern health spa in the U.S. in downtown Oakland, Calif. In the '50s he became a television exercise guru—a new TV series is planned for 1985—and this is hardly his first birthday-oriented PR stunt. At 65, for example, he towed 65 boats containing 6,500 pounds of cargo across a lake. LaLanne, who daily pumps iron for one and a half hours and then swims two miles, added another two to three miles to his regimen to train for his birthday swim. Still, it was no piece of cake. Due to shifting winds and currents, "it was the closest I've ever come to quitting," he admits. Indeed, for his 80th birthday he plans to ease up a bit. "Maybe," he says with a grin, "I'll just tow my wife across the bathtub."