Vale Mark Priestley. Extremely sad news this afternoon: All Saints star and talented theatre actor Mark Priestley has died. He was found later yesterday in Sydney’s CBD near the hotel he was staying in; ambulance officers initially thought he’d suffered a heart attack but later indicated they believed his death was a suicide. Priestley had apparently been struggling with depression; he was only 32 years old. — Defamer

Pamela Anderson blunders down under. Former Baywatch star Pamela Anderson might have thought she’d seen it all, until a guest at her press conference pulled a chicken drumstick out of his underpants. — SMH

Diddy is an asshole. You almost have to sell your children to be able to afford gas right now, but in these trying economic times, just be glad you’re not as bad off as Diddy. His tale of uncommon sacrifice in the face of such tragedy is truly inspiring. He says: “Gas prices are too motherfucking high. As you know, I do own my own jet and I have been having flying back and forth to LA pursuing my acting career. Now, if I’m flying back and forth, like, twice in a month that’s like $200,000 or $250,000 round trip. FUCK that. I’m back on American Airlines right now… can you believe it, I am actually flying commercial.” — IDon’tLikeYouInThatWay

Heath Ledger’s death loft yours for $26,000 per month. After a bit of a false start, the SoHo apartment where Heath Ledger died last January is apparently back on the rental market. And what a deal can be had at $26,000 per month — an increase of more than 20% over Ledger’s $22,000 monthly rent after moving in last September. Steep! But again, these are post-Dark Knight dollars, and the mythology premium is good for at least 10% over the usual bump you see around the neighborhood. Just ask a broker! — Defamer US

We just can’t get enough of Lindsay Lohan defending the woman she loves on MySpace! Oh my LORD. I know deep inside my soul that I shouldn’t be nearly as gripped by Lindsay Lohan’s personal life as I am, but when celebrities turn to their MySpazz blogs to get things off their chest, they capture my attention and I’m rendered helpless by their poorly spelled charm (see also Allen, L and Love, C). — Defamer