THE LUG NUT ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Cheers erupted at 7th and Montana yesterday as the Lug Nut, a local fitness fanatic known for strapping weights to his body with duct tape and lugging them up and down 7th Street -- set a new world record. The mounds of duct tape he is now using to attach what look like bricks to each of his hands have grown to such proportions that they could give the world largest ball of twine a run for the money. Some say he's starting to resemble a Human Dumbbell, but I say "Leave him alone ... He's in training!" The Avon Heritage Duct Tape Festival, a three-day event celebrating all the "wacky and fun" uses of duct tape, is scheduled for June 15 in Avon, Ohio ...!

LIGHTS, CAMERA, SLIM WHITMAN ... !

A funny thing happened as I was pulling into my office this morning. An Anonymous Schmo wearing a headset and a baseball cap ran into the middle of the road and blocked my way. He waved his arms wildly and told me to stop my car and turn off the engine. I rolled down my windows. “What seems to be the problem?,” I asked. “We’re shooting a movie in the next building and, believe it or not, we’re picking up the sound of your engine,” he said. I thought for a moment. I was at my office building, right in front of the garage, and merely needed to pull-in. And this was, afterall, just an Anonymous Schmo, not a police officer. “This is my office,” I said flatly, “I’m right in front of the building and I need to get inside.” “Well, we’re shooting a movie next door,” said the Schmo, still blocking my way. “OK, then” I said, perturbed, “You’re shooting a movie and I’m listening to a CD.” I rolled down all my windows, turned up the bass and blasted Coldplay in full surround sound. He paused, not knowing quite what to do. I turned the volume down. “Tell you what,” I said, “That was just a sample of what I can do. I’ve got a Slim Whitman CD in the trunk and I’m not afraid to use it!” He spoke briefly to someone on the other end of his headset, presumably the sound engineer, then turned to me. “OK, you can go now,” he said. All I can say is, Thank God for Slim Whitman. And no, I don't own any of his CDs ...!

CASANOVA, AHOY ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Eyes were popping at 7th and Montana this morning as an Anonymous Codger ‘put the moves’ on nearly every woman in sight. The Codger, an affable-looking guy in his late ‘60s, wore a bright yellow and black parka which – combined with his Casanova tendencies – made him look like an enormous bumblebee as he flitted and flirted his way across the room. Starlets, businesswomen, baristas … no woman was immune to his charms. “Quick, Marty, get your camera ready,” said Robin, “That guy over there is something else.” His behavior had everyone chuckling, but the Codger had the last laugh. He was last seen sitting with a woman who resembled a supermodel.

COUGH-Y AND COFFEE ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet the Smoking Dope, a Puffed-Up Buffoon who made the scene at 7th and Montana yesterday with a chip on his shoulder and a cigarette in his mouth. He huffed and puffed his second-hand smoke in my direction ... but I was ready for him. For weeks, I’ve been researching applications that would turn my Spycam into an Anti-Smoking Device and I finally found one. It’s called “Sick Guy” and it transforms your iPhone into a virtual hospital ward. Just tap the screen or give your phone a good shake and it coughs up a storm. I pointed my Spycam at the Smoking Dope, turned up the volume and began shaking it vigorously in his direction. It worked like a charm. My phone started wheezing and choking as if it were about to cough up a lung. As for the Dope, he pretended to ignore me but I just shook my phone faster and faster at him until he turned tail and disappeared down Montana Avenue in a puff of smoke. “It worked!,” said Joyce, as the Dope receded in the distance. “Indeed, it did!,” I replied. And to any of you out there who think you might try blowing smoke at 7th and Montana in the future, let me assure you, you’re just Smoking Dope ...!

HIT OR MISSILE ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Disaster struck at 7th and Montana this morning just as Kathy and Genevieve were sitting down to tackle the Sunday crossword puzzle. "Tell me," said Genevieve, "What's a seven-letter word for incoming projectile?" "I don't know," said Kathy. And then the answer struck them! Film at 11:00 ....

BEWITCHED ... AT RAY & STARK'S

It was Double, Double Toil and Trouble yesterday at Ray & Stark's restaurant as a couple of women in their early 60's made the scene, ordered some pizza and then -- to my surprise -- started casting spells. There I was, having lunch with some colleagues, when one of the women pulled what looked like a ceremonial pendant from around her neck, dangled it carefully over the table for about 10 minutes, then started chanting in what sounded like Romanian. "Good God," I said, "What do you think she's doing?" "I'm not sure," answered one of my colleagues, "But I think it's a Wiccan ritual used to determine the sex of a baby." There was a pregnant pause as I looked from one woman to the other. "Don't you think it's a bit ... err ... late for that?," I asked. The women, meanwhile, cackled loudly as if on cue. Who knows, maybe they ordered some Eye of Newt to go ...?

COP OUT ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Drivers beware. Santa Monica's finest have been out in full force all week writing ticket after ticket for anyone caught using their cell phone while driving. Personally, I like the fact that there is a cell phone law, but I must say, after watching four cars get pulled over on Tuesday in the space of 30-minutes, it seems clear to me what the police are up to. They're raising revenue. Last month they went after jaywalkers. And if you think that's bad, I can tell you it's much worse in Culver City, where police have set-up what amounts to an ongoing sting operation in front of my old office at Higuera and Hayden. Officers there hide behind the bushes all day, often four abreast, waiting for people to fall into an almost unavoidable trap. At that intersection, Higuera -- a main thoroughfare -- is blocked. A barrier forces drivers to turn on Hayden. If they turn right, they enter a quiet, dead-end zone. Nearly everyone in that case -- trapped as they are -- makes a quick U-turn to get back onto Higuera and that's when the police swoop in. "Tsssk, Tsssk ... didn't you see that tiny No U-Turn sign over there?!?" It's like shooting fish in a barrel. We all know times are tough, but I wish the City would find some other way to raise money. Bake sale, anyone ...?