For $8,000, the <i> Least </i> She Could Do Is Be Friendly

Since we live with constant reminders of Angelyne (she now graces 200 local billboards plus 300 posters on bus shelters), we’re wondering what it would cost to have Her Blondeness over for, say, tea some afternoon.

Be prepared to drink fast.

A half-hour appearance by the woman her handlers describe as “all the blonde bombshells rolled into one” runs $2,200. And her daily rate is $8,228. That’s just for the bombshell. If you want her to arrive in one of her five pink Corvettes, that’s extra. And if you’d like to use an Angelyne billboard as a shot in a movie or music video, those rates start at $500 and rise into the low thousands.

Her office administrator, Scott Hennig--who describes Angelyne as “a fan-friendly celebrity”--remarks: “It’s quite a lucrative project on many levels.”

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Changes All Around: Now that Los Angeles Magazine has a new look, it looks as if it will also soon have a new editor. Lew Harris, who has worked at the magazine for 20 years--the last three as editor--is leaving.

Harris says that he will step down in six months and that he’s been thinking of doing this for a while.

He says he’s happy with the magazine’s new design and editorial direction, which he spearheaded; that the mag is going through a transition period (there’s a new publisher), and that being there for two decades is “a long time. The question became: Is this what I want to do for the rest of my life?”

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Cementing the Deal: It appears Mann’s Chinese theater will be receiving some competition in the stars-dipped-in-concrete department.

According to plans filed with the City of Beverly Hills, the new Planet Hollywood, which is taking over the building on Wilshire Boulevard near Rodeo Drive vacated by Gumps, plans to have 50 2-foot-by-2-foot “precast cementitious celebrity handprint panels with brass plaques.”

These would run along the base of the building on its Camden and Wilshire sides.

Although there are many celebrities who deserve to have their hands stuck in cement (and then perhaps gently dropped as a package into Santa Monica Bay), the plans make no mention of who will be immortalized in “cementitious” material.

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In Clubland: For those wondering if there’s life outside the club scene, may we point to Chazz Palminteri. During the late ‘80s, the Oscar nominee was a bouncer--which is substantially lower on the night life pecking order than the guy who actually lets people in--at the now-defunct Stock Exchange in Downtown. “He showed early promise,” says one woman who worked with him, “He used to do these dead-on impressions of the more annoying patrons.” . . . There is a small, very popular rock ‘n’ roll bar in Toronto called the Bovine Sex Club. The club’s founder/creator, Wesley Thuro, says the title has no meaning, “though we do love cows.” The owners also have no explanation as to why, of all the clubs in town, this is the only one listed in the German Michelin Tour Guide . . . According to the British magazine Arena, when Shaquille O’Neal was asked if he visited the Parthenon during a trip to Greece, he replied: “I can’t really remember the names of the clubs we went to.”