Goldie Hawn ambles down the street in Brentwood. Uh, one thing no one wants - pokies on an eighty-year-old. And Goldie, I realize you're elderly and all that, so some of it you can't help, but seriously - just straighten the glasses, okay? Then you won't look quite so much like a crazy old woman on a field-trip from the rest-home.
I thought plastic surgery was supposed to make you look better. My God, shave that head and she's...
