Neil Gaiman and the (naked) Golden Globes

I don't know if anyone else is a Neil Gaiman fan, but he's pretty much one of the coolest writers around. For movie fans, you may recall him as the scribe behind Stardust, Beowulf, and more recently the gorgeous 3-D stop-motion animation kids' movie Coraline. (If you don't know who Gaiman is but would like to know more, here's a recent story on him from the New Yorker, no less...)

As the Noo Yawker puts it, Gaiman is the prolific writer of horror, "fantasy, fairy tales, science fiction, and apocalyptic romps, in the form of novels, comics, picture books, short stories, poems, and screenplays. Now and then, he writes a song."

Gaiman, who was divorced in 2008, just got engaged to Amanda Palmer (who sounds like someone killed off in a Lynchian drama...). She's obviously not a shy girl and is a musician with the punk-cabaret act Dresden Dolls - whatever punk-cabaret is.

On his blog Gaiman said:

"I went to the Golden Globes for Coraline. We lost. But we lost to Up! so no surprise there. Amanda wore a classic 1920s beaded dress with very little underneath it, and nobody noticed me at all. The Golden Globes were interesting. The strangest moment was as we were leaving the NBC party, the photographers grumbled that they hadn't got any photos of us going in, so we agreed to pose for them... and when they complained that Amanda was no longer wearing the amazing beaded dress she'd worn on the Red Carpet, she changed back into it for them (with me holding up a jacket as a makeshift changing area -- the area was deserted but for photographers). They took photographs. (When shot with a flash the dress looks a lot more naked than it did when I was standing next to her.) My favourite bit was that when the photos appeared I was listed as 'and guest'."

That must have been how Prince Charles felt whenever he went anywhere with Princess Diana... the being ignored bit, not the stripping on the red carpet bit...

Ms Palmer was accordingly plastered all over the lovely Go Fug Yourself blog here, which celebrates the fugly fashion happenings in celebrity-ville. Although, at least they knew who Gaiman was ... and loved the dress. (The dress is quite lovely, incidentally. Shame she couldn't find a petticoat to go with it...)

This post would seem to scream out for some "Golden Globes" pun, but frankly, I used that one up on Mariah Carey on Monday's awards blogging and to be honest, if I had a bod like Amanda Palmer, I wouldn't wear underwear either.

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