It sounded like a first: A fund-raising...

It sounded like a first: A fund-raising carwash to fight a court decision prohibiting nude dancing at a Northridge club.

The sponge-wielders: Bikini-clad women from the nightspot in question, the Extasy Club.

“Do you know what it costs to go to the Supreme Court?” explained Steve Gamer, a spokesman for Extasy. “It’s very expensive. . . . I’d love to do a nude carwash, but we can’t do that.”

As a matter of fact, when a reporter visited the event outside the club, he found a lineup of six cars being washed by three workers--all male, all fully clothed. Gamer explained that the women were worn out from all the scrubbing.

And where were they?

Dancing inside for paying customers.

After Prime Minister Kiichi Miyazawa became the latest Japanese official to accuse American workers of being lazy, KABC talk-show host Susan Estrich phoned the Japanese consulate in L.A. to discuss the issue.

The time was 8 a.m.

“We got a recording,” producer Ted Lekas said. “Their office doesn’t open until 9:30.”

We’re sure that when members of the consulate finally do arrive, they hit the floor running.

L.A. has one of the highest percentages of residents with unlisted phone numbers in the nation. So perhaps the following sighting by Frank Barron on a private road off Beverly Glen Boulevard in Sherman Oaks shouldn’t be surprising: An unlisted street sign.

Lynda Slagle heard a stylish, 30ish woman say it at a recent movie screening:

“Before I was in therapy I wanted to be with someone like Warren Beatty in ‘Bugsy.’ But now after three years of weekly sessions, I’m more interested in meeting someone like Nick Nolte in ‘Prince of Tides.’ ”

Three more years, and she’ll settle for meeting someone like the guy in “Ernest Goes to Camp.”

Satan Watch (cont.):

First, we told you about holiday gift wrap decorated with alleged satanic symbols. Then it was a pound note in which the Devil appears to be whispering to Queen Elizabeth. Now, Merv Kolb and Ron Rieder, both of L.A., have forwarded the same newspaper ad for an executive position. The University of California seems to be looking for someone “possessed” by old Beelzebub. But maybe that’s the kind of firm hand needed in higher education these days.

Those incessant radio and TV commercials, in which Super Bowl hero Mark Rypien yells, “We’re going to Disney World,” as he leaves the field, recall a spoof of the promotion by a Michigan football player named Leroy Hoard. After the Wolverines defeated USC in the 1989 Rose Bowl, Hoard yelled to no one in particular: “I’m going to Tijuana!”

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The Cook’s Library, on 3rd Street near the Beverly Center, is the only store in L.A. whose stock is made up entirely of cookbooks--about 3,000 of them.