BEWARE THE DEVIL'S NUMBER
By CINDY ADAMS
June 6, 2006 -- IT'S 6/6/6. Beware. Take
care. Last night was to have been the first screening of "The Devil
Wears Prada." It got called off. The print wasn't ready. It's 6/6/6.
Take a black cat to lunch.
HEATHER Mills (temporarily) McCartney shopping her
mouth to U.S. TV. She's been pitched to Larry King.
Although both sides of the pond chased this interview, he has the
edge because she's previously done his show.
It's the last thing Sir Paul wants. He does not want his
personal life dished. On the table now is 50 million pounds. Firm.
But with it comes the caveat of silence. She must keep shut this yap
that let us all know how she wasn't the slightest interested in
Paul's money. Right. But she sure as hell cares about her
money. She's looking for $500 mil.
He desperately wants her shut up. So, since she's refusing to go
away quietly, she has to talk fast. Nail interviews on the double
before the final settlement because talking . . . or, rather,
talking more . . . is, besides their baby, her strongest bargaining
chip.
With all the bread coming her way, she still wants more. This
nice lady also plans to cash in on her position. To work again as a
model. Do the runway. The collections in Paris and Milan. The tents
in New York. Agents are negotiating to stick her back on fashion
runways. She has a title. She has money. She has fame. She has a
handicap. She has a need for attention. What better magnet for
anyone who has to spotlight their schmattas.
PAKISTAN banned "The Da Vinci Code." Mazel tov. First good news
from that country in years . . . I.M. Pei on his glass
pyramid, which is so focal in "The Da Vinci Code": "Can you believe
I did that 25 years ago? After I finish an embassy in China and an
Islamic museum on the Persian Gulf, I'm done." Hanging up his slide
rule for good . . . Sweet Father's Day gift: Light-up toilet seat.
Lift the lid, and 10 blue lights glow around the Lucite seat.
$69.98. Call Taylor Gifts - 1-800-829-1133. Batteries, shipping and
handling, and bathroom tissue not included . . . Hey, New York:
Ocean Drive magazine, June issue, salutes our town's best . . .
Mara Goodman-Davies, author of the supersexy "When Harry Hit
Hollywood," graduated from Cardinal Newman High, and her work is
personally blessed by its founding nun, Sister Anne. Mara's
Jewish . . . A tough book about Condoleezza, "Dr. Rice
in the House" coming out. Publisher is Verso. Author is Verso exec
Amy Scholder.
PARIS Hilton burbling: "No more furs. I'm an animal
lover." . . . The newest diet: If it tastes good, spit it out . . .
Claremont Group hired Eric Cohler to do the lobby for their
new 8 Union Square South condos . . . Jessica Simpson is
spokesblonde for Brite Smile, the latest of which is Dr. Peter
Theodorou, who just opened on East 63rd. The first adults-only
orthodontic practice . . . This is the year the U.N. calls Asia's
turn. U Thant left office in 1971. Candidates for Kofi
Anan's job include Thailand, Sri Lanka and Korea's Ban
Ki-Moon, who says: "The United Nations needs to be re-energized.
I am frustrated with this organization for not being able to present
a comprehensive plan after 9/11." . . . David Beckham
and England's entire soccer team at The Grove, the hotel called
"London's country estate," for practice and "mental stabilizing"
before Friday's World Soccer Cup kickoff. No Spice Girl, no wives,
allowed.
REMEMBER I told you Robin Givens will finally tell all
about her alleged abusive marriage to Mike Tyson? Well,
"Grace Will Lead Me Home" is finished, and she tells of her
three-generational family's history of domestic violence. She tells
of Mike's first punch - to her. "Delivered coldly, dispassionately"
he "easily tossed my 105-pound frame across the room." She says
Likable Mike then sliced her clothing and choked her. The Miramax
book, co-written by Lori Giachin, is out in January.
Which brings me to the other news that Tyson's dating. She's
Aisleyne Horgan-Wallace. The ring she's wearing came
from her long-term boyfriend, who is currently doing 10 years for
armed robbery. OK?
IN the downpour this weekend, having little better to do, I
pondered Brad Pitt. Yes, he's besot with smart,
focused, sexy Angelina. He's hooked. Understandable. But why
not look happy in photos? Shots of him are always walking 30 paces
behind her like a slave.
This is a vastly different life for a party type who could
function in Hollywood, who once swung. Stories abound. He enjoyed it
all. He's now way out of his environment.
Hopefully, this idyllic love will last forever and ever into
eternity. However, if not - then what? How does one extricate? He
cannot abandon this his/hers/and whoever's Rainbow Coalition of
children. And she'll annex more. For now, and for however long now
is, Brad will have to put in the time.
Only in Namibia, kids, only in Namibia.
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