At London’s Heathrow Airport, Margaret Thatcher stooped over to pet a police pooch, but the dog quickly discovered that she rules with a less-than-iron hand. Ultra, the unpatriotic Alsatian, bit into Maggie’s glove, then ignored her sternest prime ministerings to disgorge. Only a sharp order from his embarrassed handler dissolved Ultra’s dogged determination, leaving Mrs. T to greet Indian Prime Minister Rajiv Gandhi with a soggy mitt. Meanwhile, on a visit to Australia, Michael Jackson paused at a nature sanctuary to cuddle a koala. But the fuzzy fellow proved finicky and refused Michael’s leafy tender offer. Maybe he was holding out for what usually covers the Jackson five.
The thigh’s the limit
Linda Evans, 42, and Chubby Checker, 44, were a continent apart but otherwise joined just below the hip, an anatomical region the Dynasty star showed off at a party in New York for Carrington Cologne (her partner was perfume mogul Robert Miller). The night before, in California, Chubby had disproved his first name and dressed in his last. The father of the Twist performed his entire set at the Universal Amphitheatre in L.A. in cowboy boots, shirt and a big checkered towel. His fans couldn’t tell if he was home from the range or just out of the shower.
More Kung foolery
David Carradine had to endure an on-set shearing before resurrecting his role as the sage Kwai Chang Caine in Kung Fu: The Movie, a sequel to the ’70s series. Carradine’s barber—and co-star—is none other than Bruce Lee’s boy Brandon Lee, 20, who is making his martial arts movie debut. The script calls for many more close shaves.