Davy Jones Pics: Diva of the Month[more galleries]

It's been a little over a year since I have changed my Diva. It was difficult to replace my long-time friend and mentor Basil, but what can I say? I found “The Ultimate Diva!” We met over three years ago in a children’s theater production of Cinderella. She was “Cinderella” and I was “Buttons.” She read her lines so cleverly and never missed a cue; then came Act 2… she seemed to change… and acted strange, and why… I’ll never know. Thank you. Thank you very much.

Back to my diva… Long story short… Who said I was short? I'm not short… Okay. The Diva… We met, we fell in love, and I am now married to Mrs. Jessica Pacheco Jones! Ahhhhhhhhhhh…

Not much to say about this “Diva” except… “I just had to do it.”   This is my oldest and dearest friend, Basil Foster, the man who, basically, discovered me. He set me on the road to where I am today, both as an entertainer and as a horseman.

As a very young man I went to live with Basil to train as a jockey. He got so sick of my “horsing around” that he suggested me for a part in a show. He said he saw real talent in me. I think he was just sick of seeing me doing ten minutes of stand-up for the horses every morning. The rest is history.

Basil lives down in Florida now, not too far from where I hang my hat in the winter months. I guess the horses in England got tired of his jokes too.
Peace … DJ

Well, Cherie and I have parted company. But I think I have found a wonderful new Diva to call my own: The lovely Kim Dinicola.

Kim is four and a half years old and has been in love with me for almost half her life (since she was around two and a half). Kim was on the cruise with us and, I have to say, she might be my most devoted Diva. Here’s to you, Kim! Love … DJ

Many thanks go out to Kendra for being my first requested Diva of the Month. But life moves pretty fast around here, and there’s a new lady in my life. A girl of pure class. A woman I can see eye-to-eye with (mostly because she's my height): Cherie Currie. She has everything a man could want: beauty, brains and… a chainsaw. Most of you will remember Cherie as the lead singer for the now legendary band The Runaways. She lets me call her “Chainsaw Chick.”

It’s unbelievable what she does with that thing—you guys should check it out. Maybe someday she’ll let me try to carve trees. Normally I just bump into them with a golf cart. Cherie makes amazing art out of them. And a lovely buzzing noise to boot. I’m in love … DJ

I left Keira. On an island. After I put my heart in a chest. She’s watching it for me and says I can come back in ten years. A likely story. Sounds like a movie plot or something.

Enough with the starlets. I have a real Diva now: Kendra Spivey-Arnold. We met in Bloomington, Illinois, last month, and that was that. She was the first person with the forethought to request a shot at being a Diva of the Month. That’s what I like in a girl. Guts. And hair color that exactly matches my own. Welcome aboard, Kendra! … DJ

My relationship with Paula has faded. Now that American Idol is coming to a close for the season, we found out we had less and less to talk about. Besides, with my movie exploding on screens everywhere, my new love and I have had to come out of the pirate chest…

Keira Knightley and I are very happy. You can kind of tell by this photo that we like to stay current with regard to fashion. She’s a lovely girl and doesn’t seem to mind at all that my name gets mentioned far more than hers in the film. She’s pretty good with that sword, so I will have to mind my manners. Avast ye, matey, there’s trouble afoot…

The thing with Madonna didn’t quite work out. All that traveling and the back and forth between Madge and the nanny. And then there was that pesky Angelina and Brad petition to take custody of me…

You have to grow up some time.

So I did. I found a gal I can really relate to. After all, who could be more supportive of my status as the original American Idol? Paula Abdul and I are a great fit. Every morning I sing and dance and tell jokes at breakfast, and Paula claps and cheers and compliments me in every way imaginable. Now if I could just get Simon and Randy to get the hell out of my kitchen.

The papers are signed, the news media is all over the story, and I figured it was time to come clean. It’s official—the rumors you heard are true… I have agreed to be adopted by Madonna.

Guy has been the only holdout. When he realized that Madge and I were serious, he knew he couldn’t fight it.

I think it’ll be good for me. A new family dynamic, and I get to go to all the best parties. The burping is a bit much, but hey, whatevah…

There she was, just running the free world on my television one night: Allison Janney. Caught an episode of The West Wing and it was all over. Man, is she ever gorgeous.

Ran into her at a party in Hollywood last week. I was so taken by her poise, her classic beauty. It was love at first sight for both of us (me, last week, and her, I think in 1968…).

Allison and I are thinking about starting a family … of Emmys. She has some and I've got one about here someplace… And besides, it’s time for me to think about my future. I’d look good in the Oval Office...

I love tall girls. DJ and AJ forevah!

Heather and Richie are trying to keep a brave face for the sake of their child, and I have to respect that… But, while Brad is busy adopting Swahili orphans and Vince is busy filming “Divorce Crashers,” I swooped in and nabbed my newest Diva, Jennifer Aniston. The paparazzi have been relentless. But who cares? I get to wear a proper tux again…

“Dannifer...” I like it.

Congratulations to TomKat. It's a girl! And… it looks nothing like me. I have no intention of going over to Africa. So Brangelina can handle it from here. And besides, “DaveKat” and “Davelina” just don’t work for me…

I have found the real deal, my true love, my soul mate. My Divalicious Heather Locklear!

Now this is a woman. True blue, honest, happy, and supportive. And one of the most gorgeous women I have ever had on my virtual arm.

Heather has had a tough time, but after this picture was snapped she admitted to me that she had always dreamed of the day we would walk arm-in-arm down the red carpet. I’m in heaven.

And I have just carpeted the entire Pennsylvania farm (in red, of course).

There comes a time in every teen idol’s life when he must step up and take responsibility. Brad, Tom, Angelina, Katie, and I all realized that, as careful as we were, there was no denying the timing.

We know that anyone who keeps up with this website can do simple math, and we can’t pretend any longer. Now that the rumor is out there about the possibility of Angelina’s twins, we knew that at least one of the three babies would betray our secret by looking just like me.

As you might have surmised, Katie and I have split up for good. No use going into the details. Suffice it to say, she has gone back to Tom. I have had it.

I’m finished with Hollywood starlets. No more short-term courtships. I want a woman I have known longer than a minute.

Now, this is more like it. Aviva Maloney is my kind of gal. After touring with me all these years, she finally gave in to my charms. I would say she is with me for my money, but she’s seen my checkbook.

Well, it’s happened again. While flying Virgin Atlantic Upper Class Service, I was seated next to none other than Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes.

Half way to London, Katie and I knew there was something special happening. Tom took it well. He jumped over the seat and exclaimed he was just fine.

Katie and I are taking it slow. Some people have said we are far too giddy for our own good, as you can see.

Well, it’s happened again. Catherine and I had a misunderstanding about the give-and-take of a relationship. I kept giving and her husband couldn’t take it. So they are back together, as if nothing had ever happened. Go figure.

Anyway, here I am with my Divas of the Month, the glorious girls of Virgin Atlantic Airways. Got onto Flight 75 and there they were. Good thing we all finally got into the aircraft; very windy trip otherwise… Hey, it’s the only way to fly… DJ

Sharon and I couldn’t see eye-to-eye, so I let her down gently. If you see her around, don’t let her know about Catherine Zeta-Jones. She’s upset enough as it is.

You all remember the photo of Angelina and me—well, this month’s Diva is Sharon Stone. Angelina broke a promise and announced ours was not her only romance; two men were in her life—not me.

Sharon seems a more mature woman, and she looks better when she runs! So, she would be able to put up a struggle—hey, if you can’t run, you can’t fight.

David and Sharon forever…

As you can see by this picture, Angelina Jolie and I are an item. She had asked to keep the relationship private; however, as seen here, we’re obviously off to see a movie.