I love models, and I don't tolerate bad things being said about them, but this nugget from Page 6 I have to report: 

Charles Barkley was relaxing at a table when a blond model approached him "seductively while the song 'Crazy' was playing," our spy giggled. The model "whispered in his ear, 'Get up and dance, baby – this is your song.' " The ditz thought he was Gnarls Barkley, a band comprised of two people – Danger Mouse and Cee-lo. Charles was not impressed.

I don't understand why Charles wasn't impressed. She had the "arls Barkley" part right. When models approach me seductively and whisper in my ear, I'm not overly concerned if they think my first name is Bat or that I'm actually Hall & Oates. But then I'm not particularly interested in things like names. Or speaking English. Or literacy. Blonde and seductive is enough for me.

Anyway, it's a nice example of life imitating art. It seems this kind of thing is happening to Charles a lot recently.