This is what I learned about Season Four of “Downton Abbey” from director Simon Curtis, who’s married in real life to Lady Cora, aka Elizabeth McGovern: absolutely nothing. Simon, whose credits include last year’s hit, “My Week With Marilyn,” is in town polishing up details of his next film, “The Chaperone.” Simon says: “I never read the scripts and I don’t ask what’s going on. It’s much easier that way.” He did say the show is three days into production on Season Four, which is why McGovern couldn’t join him on this trip.

Curtis was just one of dozens of showbiz Brits who showed up for the annual soiree at the home of the very charming British Consul General Barbara Hay. This is always a swell Oscar week event. It’s so popular that New York character Radio Man, who hangs out at the front  of red carpets, rode his bike all the way from his Santa Monica motel just to get the gift bag!

“Les Miserables” director Tom Hooper brought his parents, who just arrived from London.

And here’s a clue about Sunday’s “James Bond” anniversary tribute: George Lazenby, onetime 007 from “On Her Majesty’s Secret Service,” was present and enjoying PIMM’s special Bond martinis. He may be the only Bond in the Dolby Theater tomorrow.

Also: I ran into Jared Harris, so good in “Lincoln.” We’re still smarting from his suicide on “Mad Men” last season. Lane Pryce was a great character! But Jared is very very busy with lots of films shot and more to come.

Plus: “Les Miz” producer Cameron Mackintosh, beaming, going back and forth from Oscar rehearsals, excited about his cast performing what should be a show-stopping medley on the show Sunday. Also from “Les Miz”: the Oscar nominated costume designer and production designer.

And lots and lots of PIMMs. That’s heavy on the Mmmmmm’s.

Last night’s “American Idol” was down two tenths of a percent from Wednesday, but was up slightly compared to last Thursday. Still the once ferociously popular contestant show was skunked by CBS’s comedy block of “Big Bang Theory” and “Two and a Half Men” for the second Thursday in a row. “AI” scored a 3.9 on Thursday. “Theory”  had a 5.4 during the show’s first half hour.

“Men” tied “AI” during its second half, had a higher rating but slightly lower viewer numbers. The total number of estimated viewers for “Idol” dropped from 14.37 million on Wednesday to 13.5 million on Thursday. All of this suggests a few things: the Wednesday show doesn’t end with a great cliffhanger. The audience wanders around on Thursday and only comes back to the end of the show. They’re not on the edges of their seats to see what’s next.

When I was a kid, “Batman” ran twice during the week. You always came back for the second show because Batman and the Boy Wonder were in trouble. Maybe they should tie Mariah up or send Nicki toward a spinning blade, hang Randy over boiling oil, or put Keith in a pool of piranhas. Oh wait–he’s already there.

Just kidding.

Last night’s annual open gallery premiere at Gagosian in Beverly Hills brought a very crowded room full of the high and low. “We represent the low,” joked Sir Elton John, who arrived with partner David Furnish and their good pals Ingrid Sischy and Sandy Brandt.

But as big a star as Elton is, the momentary star of the night had to be “Baywatch” legend–yes, she’s a legend–Pamela Anderson. All I can say is, thanks for the mammaries. Pamela arrived alone, did a turn through the big room, had her picture taken in front of the Richard Prince paintings imagining the old West, and departed alone on her stilettos.

Anderson is something to meet in person. She’s probabloy 5’2″, but adds about four inches in her rockin’ shoes. She wore a clingy peach colored dress that emphasized her magnificent bosom. She’s a beautiful woman and a blow up doll who looks like a million bucks.

She is suntan orange. I don’t know if it’s sprayed on, or applied by drooling servants. But yowza. In a room full of women who were dressed in drab art gallery black, Anderson was like a bolt from the heavens. She is her own work of art. It’s kitsch art. But there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. She was incredibly pleasant, and gracious. Why was she there? Is she an art collector? We may never know.

Anderson was not the only celebrity in a room that was a curious combination of the famous, the infamous, the notorious, Hollywood hangers on, has-beens, will-be’s, won’t-be’s, and who knows what.

But the group that deserves mention includes Oscar winner Adrien Brody with his statuesque Russian girlfriend clad in a dress that may have been designed by Rubbermaid and just covered her curvaceous bum (she was actually very nice) and poised atop silver stilettos; as well as Fran Drescher, Jared Leto, John Sykes, Very Wang, fine actor Ronald Guttman and his bw Amy, Robbie Robertson, “Les Miz” director Tom Hooper (who seemed a little horrified), John Waters, and Gagosian collector Peter Brandt. There were plenty of artists, too, including father and son Ed Moses and Andy Moses. The group decamped to Mr. Chow for their annual dinner– too much to contemplate given the eclectic nature of the room.