If you were going into outer space, what would you take? Probably my iPod.
Nothing else? My dog. But I think he’d probably s–t himself on the way up. He’s a big boy, about 70 pounds.
How did you train to be an astronaut? The training was endless. [The phone goes dead, and he calls back.] So I have no idea how long I’ve been talking for. When did you lose me?
Right after the astronaut question. Ohmygod. You missed everything! I was going to say, this guy is a great listener. What I said before was so good, it will never be that good again.
Sorry. How many tattoos do you have? Five? Six? One, two, three, four, five. I have a couple on my arms, one on my stomach, one on my leg. The one on my stomach hurt like a bitch. But I have a couple more left in me.
Where? I’ll probably get something for my old man on my chest.
Did you read that some “Fantastic 4” fans think your chest is too hairy? Too hairy!? Oh no no. I can’t help it, I guess. Unfortunately, when you do these press junkets, they’re, like, “So you took your shirt off again?” And you’re, like, I know you’re digging for a sound bite, but all I can say is, it happens, and it happens a lot.
Bottoms Up, Mr. Beckham British soccer stud David Beckham arrived in Los Angeles (by way of Madrid) last week, and he’ll be a star here, too, no ifs, ands or buts. Make that butts. What we’ve learned about him so far:
Busted: By Land, Air or Sea It’s the summer, so of course those darn globetrotting jet-setters are getting into trouble on the go. But how? Last week they reached different highs (on a plane) and lows (in water). And while driving. A guided tour:
