QUIDNUNC'S CONFIDENTIAL!

QUIDNUNC'S CONFIDENTIAL!

Michael Logan

Yes, that was George Michael be-bopping around Hollyweird wearing a ponytail! The rock star has flipped for this latest male hair craze but didn’t want to wait eight or nine months for the hairraising experience. He solved the problem by purchasing a phony pony, which he happily attaches to his real locks whenever the "hair today, gone tomorrow" mood strikes!

Ever since filming his Under The Cherry Moon flick there, Prince has gone hog wild for the south of France. No sooner had he picked out a dream mansion to be his home away from home, though, than the neighbors put up a beef. They’re absolutely frantic that he’s going to paint the joint purple!

But folks, there’s no reason to start another French revolution! Prince is secretly admitting to his cronies that even he’s getting sick of purple and that he’ll be surprising us all by switching to another trademark color real soon.

And speaking of Princely surprises, His Highness gave a sudden L.A. concert at the Wiltern Theatre on less than 24 hour’s notice. Hoping to discourage scalpers, his staff let the cat out of the bag a mere day before the gig—which, nevertheless, sold out within 15 minutes. In fact, the whole thing happened soooo fast that Janet Jackson was about the only celeb to finagle a ticket.

By the way, now that she’s no longer a DeBarge by marriage, the freshly divorced Jackson has moved back to the family home—and is once again eating her Wheaties alongside Michael at the breakfast table!

Michael will, however, be solo on his next worldwide concert tour. The show, part of his $50 million dollar contract with Pepsi Cola, will hit the road in early ’87. In the meantime, look for the new Michael Jackson Clothing Collection, featuring everything from T-shirts to sports jackets for teens. Michael pocketed a cool $18 million for the right to stitch his name on the labels. Also upcoming are a line of M.J. cologne and sunglasses.

One million wasn’t cool enough, however, for either Mick Jagger or Keith Richards. London concert promoters have offered each of the Rolling Stones that sum to reunite for one final farewell performance—to be telecast around the globe via satellite. The other three were gung-ho but ever since the Mick went solo, Keith has been so aggravated that the two are barely civil. Don’t hold your breath.

Let’s hope that the bosom buddy friendship between Madonna and Rosanna Arquette can hold up under this pressure! The Desperately Seeking Susan co-stars are the two finalists for the sexy lead role in the remake of And God Created Woman, the pic that introduced Brigitte Bardot to the world.

Then again, perhaps they’re not that close. Madonna didn’t even know that Arquette was a contender until she read about it in Variety\

From the Rather Switch Than Fight Dept: John Travolta, anxious to learn some behind-thescenes movie tricks, took a UCLA filmmaking course—only to find himself in the middle of a black and blue brawl! When one over-anxious student started hogging all the class time with his obnoxious questions, another student objected and let loose with a left hook and a right jab. Chaos erupted, the instructor called an emergency break and Travolta fled from the classroom, refusing to return after recess.

GOSSIP! GOSSIP! GOSSIP! GOSSIP!

Valerie Bertinelli— sometimes better known as Mrs. Eddie Van Halen—has let it be known that she’s no longer interested in being a concert widow. Tired of either being left home alone or tagging along on the tour route, Val has told her agents to find her another TV series but fasti

Hollywood said goodbye to The Starwood, a venerable old rock palace, which is being leveled for (oh, what a surprise!) yet another fast food shopping mall. Sadly, a petition signed by everyone from ex-Beatle George Harrison to TV’s Mr. T to teen movie queen Molly Ringwald, failed * to save the day.

And speaking of Ringwald, please forget you read this here first! That old Bette Davis/Joan Crawford shocker, Whatever Happened to Baby Jane, is being remade—and producers want to cast Miss Molly and fellow Brat Packtress Ally Sheedy in the updated version. Is nothing sacred?

Down the street from the ever-crowded Hard Rock Cafe is the latest rock crowd “in” lunch spot, L’Assiete. Up-andcoming rock star Steven Paul Perry tossed a heck of a bash there to announce his signing with brand new Platinum Records and to play the first three tracks of his in-theworks album. The tunes, “Maybe,” “Take Me As I Am” and “Riding For A Fall” had the normally blase music reviewers doing hand stands—definitely a talent to watch!!!

Julian Lennon only has eyes for 22-year-old Katie Wagner, daughter of TV star Robert Wagner. Apparently it’s mutual— she recently hopped on the Concorde so as not to miss a front row opportunity to drool over him in concert at London’s Albert Hall.

On the not-so-bright side, Julian is devastated after an attempt to purchase a 3,300 year old statue of the Egyptian goddess Sekhmet backfired. The relic once belonged to his dad, John Lennon, and was up for auction at London’s chichi Sotheby Gallery.

Julian got the news at virtually the last minute and sent his attorney across town to bid as high as a million bucks. The legal eagle got caught in a nasty traffic snarl and showed up just as the last gavel pounded. The 14th Century B.C. piece—a woman with a lion’s head, seated on a throne—is such a sentimental bauble to Julian that, despite the fact it was picked up for $750,000 by an anonymous American collector, he’s determined to eventually track it down and offer the world for it.

Boy George is quickly becoming known as Boy Gorge. He’s such an ice cream fanatic, lapping up several pints of the gourmet variety every day, that his cohorts are concerned about his battle of the bulge. Nothing seems to faze the Boy Wonder, though. When asked if his fans would find his extra poundage disconcerting, he laughed, opened up another container of Hagen Daz Cookies and Cream and replied, “No way, honey! I just add another layer of clothes and they don’t know the difference!”

GOSSIP! GOSSIP! GOSSIP! GOSSIP!