’sleb spots

Spotted! Hot goss from the states comin atch’a.

On a recent trip to Hawai’i, who did Hobbs come face to face with? None other than lady killing ‘Victorian werewolf’, Russell Brand. On the shores of Turtle Bay (the only 5 star resort on the isle of O’ahu’s surfing mecca, the North Shore) Brand strolled leisurely along the beach, accompanied by a one-man camera crew. He stopped briefly only to pull a strand of 70 per cent cocoa-coloured hair from his lips – the wind is pretty narly out there after all.

He wasn’t filming at the time, but, while walking on the sand in front of the exclusive sea-front villas, he could well have been walking to, or from, a set. Equally, he could be involved in the new Milla Jovovich vehicle they are currently filminh there. Or maybe, Lost, which is filmed just round the corner in the jungle-sided town of Hale’ewa…

Anyway, I’d say the strangest thing of all was Brand’s ‘look’ – veritably draped in white linen, he looked quite at peace with the new wave beachy lifestyle, and if it wasn’t for the up-close view of his trademark un-trimmed hair (both on scalp and face), I’d have been hard-pressed to believe the metrosexual neo-hippy before me was you now know who.

About 4 days later I was headed back to London Heathrow from LAX, and who did I share a lounge and seating section with? Other than stewardess’s fave, Charlie from Busted (recording solo album in LA) and Chris Martin from Coldplay, I mean.

Well, in faux-Communist style cap, aviator shades and shiny laptop – it was Simon Pegg, I tell you. After ordering a glass of red wine when we boarded, Pegg flipped his seat into a bed and slept for most of the 11 hour flight. So, other than bumping into him coming out of the plane’s loo, somewhere over France, that was all the gossip I could grab.

If there’s any more ’sleb peep peeks , I’ll keep ya posted…

Georgie “I work too hard to tan” Hobbs

Pimp My Plant Pot

Last Saturday, at around 1pm, I received a text reading: “I’m the one with the plant by the bus map.” I spotted her instantly; this was environmentalist extraordinaire, Nicola “Pimp My Plant Pot” Awford who I’d arranged to meet at Liverpool Street station. She was weighed down by three plants and several bags of clothes (having recently moved to the big smoke, Nicola’s reliant on friends for a place to sleep).

Her generosity was amazing – she amiably handed me a little cactus, some kind of exotic red thing (I’m crap at the environment) and a hyacinth and refused my offers to pay her for them. Plus, I’ve recently noticed, she’s top friended SSP at Pimp My Plant Pot

After posing for a few photos with me and the plants, Nicola was off again to North London to spread some plants around and find a bed for the night.

Read my article about Nicola’s attempts to save the environment by helping urbanites to pimp their plant pots in our features section. And when I free some space on my memory stick, you’ll get to see some picks of our office plant, Robert. TV and Radio editor Holly will pimp out its pot tonight.

Georgie