Spice up your life. Last night, after an extremely dodgy chinese meal in Leicester Square, Lance and I stumbled into a group of photographers and policemen. They were waiting for the Spice Girls to arrive at a new club to promote their new album (fabulously skewered in the New Music Express.) Though not a big fan myself -- I once quipped that wiping my ass with $8 would have been more enjoyable than Spiceworld, the movie -- it was exciting to see real-life stars just feet away. Unfortunately, David Beckham was not there.