This week I pay tribute to the famous and the fabulous who have made right royal fools of themselves. Not just the April fools, mind. These boo-boos are foolworthy all year round! Enjoy. 

Attack of the Busey. Ever had one of those mornings after the night before and thought ‘oh God, I hope I didn't bring too much shame on my name?' If he didn't, Gary Busey certainly should have the day after this year's Academy Awards ceremony.

The star of Point Break was keen on getting in on the action of Ryan Seacrest's red carpet interview with actresses Jennifer Garner and Laura Linney, and couldn't stop butting in on the chit chat.

""You ... Ryan Seacrest ... I've been looking for you for years," Busey yelled from across the red carpet. Ryan, clearly with no courage under fire, didn't quite know what to say. Seacreast had never met Busey before, and stood watching slack-jawed as Jennifer Garner (who can't keep a poker face) got grabbed and smooched on the neck by who she referred to as ‘that man.'

Busey later called Seacrest's LA radio show to attempt to explain himself, failed, but referred to Ryan as an "innocent champion of honesty." Whatever that means.

See it here!

You, Me and Du-Pee. Forget Fergalicious, how about Mortifying? Fergie's overcome a lot in her life, including drug addiction and looking like the blonde-haired one from the Muppets. But even she herself sticks up her hand and admits that she's very well known for an unfortunate incident at a California music festival a couple of years ago.

Rushed on to the stage before she had time to take care of her, er, business, Fergie proceeded to perform ‘Let's Get Retarded' with a huge wet patch in her crotch. Crowds watched on in amazement. Photographers captured the moment for posterity. The rest of us scratched our heads and wondered how a 30-year-old woman manages to wet her pants in public.

You wouldn't find Mariah Carey or Gwen Stefani taking the stage in a pee-soaked outfit!

Initially her reps poo-poohed the claims of a urine-related incident, blaming it on sweat, but later caved. Gross! I almost think I'd rather wet my pants than tell the world I have an exceedingly sweat-prone hoo-ha.

She would later tell Blender magazine: "It's like there's one or two things the public knows about every famous person...with me, everyone knows I wet my pants onstage and had a crystal-meth addiction; that sucks. You have to laugh."

It serves her right for ruining the Black Eyed Peas.

Dude looks like a lady. We all know Eddie Murphy should regret a few things in his life - among them sleeping with Mel B without a jimmy, and Norbit. But most of all the event that stops Eddie from breaking out into a full-scale rendition of ‘Je ne regrette rien' is that incident in 1997 when the then-married Murphy got pulled over in Los Angeles with a transvestite hooker in his car.

Samoan streetwalker Atisone Suiuli was found by Eddie in a West Hollywood neighbourhood well-known as a hot spot for transsexual hookers. While Eddie claimed that he just "stopped to help a person crying," Ms Suiuli said their interaction in Murphy's SUV involved talk of wearing lingerie and the exchange of $200.

The next year, she fell to her death off the roof of a Los Angeles building.

Eddie's people went on big scale damage control for the then-married, then-father of three (he now has around five or six sprogs).

"I'm just being a nice guy," he later said. "I was being a good Samaritan. It's not the first hooker I've helped out. I've seen hookers on corners... and I'll pull over... and they'll go, Oh you're Eddie Murphy, oh my God, and I'll empty my wallet out to help".

I know, I know. You can stop laughing now.

I'm not going to say anything about the femininity or lack thereof of Eddie's now-ex wife, Nicole, or his ex, Scary Spice. I'd like to keep my feet firmly on the ground, thanks all the same. But I will post pictures here, so you can see for yourself that both women, striking as they may be, were both heavily tarred with the manly brush.

Scientology + cinema = stinker. In the mid-90s a little movie called Pulp Fiction breather life back into John Travolta's flaccid acting career. John could have done a lot of things with his renewed power and influence in the Hollywood pecking order. Instead, he put his focus into producing one of the worst films ever made.

Battlefield Earth told the intriguing tale of a manipulative race of aliens (I'm saying nothing!) who strip Earth of its resources one thousand years in the future. The human race must fight back for freedom!

This piece of cinema, which by all accounts makes that Ben Affleck-Jennifer Lopez stinker Gigli look like Gone With The Wind, is based on a science fiction novel written by L. Ron Hubbard. Yes, that guy. Not even Xenu, it turns out, could save this movie.

Travolta struggled for many years to get the tale to the big screen, He was unable to obtain funding from any major studio due to concerns about the film's script, prospects and the connections with Scientology. And the fact that it sucked ass.

Travolta offered it to Tarantino to direct. Quentin declined. He tried to sell it as "like Star Wars only better." Sadly for John John and those who paid to see it at the cinema, Battlefield Earth went on to garner reviews like those below.

Review site Rotten tomatoes.com, where the comments ranged from "Watching Battlefield Earth is to a movie-watching experience what having a yeast infection is to having sex."(Mark Bourne) and "This isn't a movie, it's a crime against celluloid. You don't so much watch it as stare at it in gape-jawed disbelief." (Rob Vaux).

But wait, there's more!

Film critic Roger Ebert commented in his book Your Movie Sucks that "Some movies run off the rails. This one is like the train crash in The Fugitive."[

British commentator Johnathan Ross: "God above, it's bad. Sweet baby Jesus, it's bad. By all that is holy and sacred on the Earth, this is a bad, bad, bad film."

And no, I haven't ever watched it. I've been burned before by bad movies. If I ever see Kevin Costner, I'm insisting that he travel back in time and gift me back the hours I wasted watching Waterworld and The Postman.

Say what? Last August Miss South Carolina, Caitlin Upton, was competing in the Miss Teen USA pageant. In the section where all y'all get to know more about a girl's ‘personality' Miz Upton was asked "Recent polls have shown that a fifth of Americans can't locate the US on a map. Why do you think this is?"

And in a glorious answer, Caitlin replied thus:
"I personally believe that U.S. Americans are unable to do so because uh some uh people out there in our nation don't have maps and uh I believe that our ed- education like such as in South Africa and uh the- the Iraq everywhere like such as and I believe that they should uh our education over here in the U.S. should help the U.S. or- or- should help South Africa and should help the Iraq and the Asian countries so we will be able to build up our future."

Caitlin went on the Today show in the US to defend herself, and ended up confirming her dimness. Better everyone suspect you're stupid than open your mouth and confirm it, love.

"Personally, my friends and I, we know exactly where the United States is on a map," she said in her carefully rejigged answer. "I don't know anyone else who doesn't. If the statistics are correct, I believe there should be more emphasis on geography in our education so people will learn how to read maps better."

Hilariously, she entered the Miss Teen USA pageant to ‘improve her communication skills.' And she still came runner up.

Watch it here.

Who's made your fave celebrity faux pas? Let me know below.