Mike Walker’s gossip column this week in the Enquirer has two pieces of Spelling family drama gossip. Walker’s gossip can be hit or miss – I tend to think the gossip has a grain of truth when he’s talking about the older, more established Hollywood players (like Candy Spelling, Michael Douglas or Mel Gibson) because I think his sources are mostly old-Hollywood. He also has some weird Lohan and Ryan Seacrest fetishes, but I usually ignore that. Anyhoodle, the Spelling gossip was too interesting, weird, funny, crazy and sad to pass up. Here’s the first piece, about Candy Spelling selling her $150 million-plus mansion (gift-wrapping room included):

When I heard Candy Spelling let her dog Madison pick the real estate agent who’d handle the sale of her $150 million Hollywood mansion, I discovered the real story’s even wackier!

According to my source, agents were trotted in to meet Candy and Madison, who snootily rejected each one – until the pooch finally barked approval of a lady agent.

After congratulating her, Candy confided that the idea of letting Madison choose an agent was actually suggested by Aaron Spelling’s ghost! Candy says the minute she made the decision to sell, her deceased producer/hubby materialized and pitched the idea of making it Madison’s choice.

[From the National Enquirer, print edition, September 7 2009]

Before everyone starts screaming “Why would you believe that?” let’s check in with what we already know about Candy – she’s crazy and she’s delusional. Is it such a stretch that she would communicate with her late husband’s ghost about real estate? Or that she would let her dog pick out the agent? There, I said it. I totally believe it.

Now, for the sad piece of information – it seems while Candy and Tori have been at each other’s throats for the past year(s), Randy Spelling (Tori’s younger brother) is totally miserable. So miserable, in fact, he’s developed something of a drinking problem. The worst part might be that Randy is a “life coach” – but his family refuses to take his advice.

Pity poor Randy Spelling, caught in the vicious blood battle between mother Candy and sister Tori. A certified “life coach” working in LA, he “literally begged” Mom and Sis to bury the hatchet, but because his real-life coaching has failed miserably, says a friend: “Randy is drinking more and more, and there’s no one to tell him to stop. Tori and Candy are so concerned about their stupid spats, he gets no love.”

[From the National Enquirer, print edition, September 7 2009]

Poor Randy. The forgotten Spelling. Does he beep on anyone else’s gaydar? Maybe he can find a nice boyfriend who will pay attention to him. That way he can just release himself of all the Spelling drama, and concentrate on his “life coaching”.

Here are Candy and Randy at the Friendly House’s Luncheon held at The Beverly Hilton Hotel last October. Header of Candy at the Carousel Of Hope Ball in Beverly Hills in 2006. Images thanks to Fame Pictures .