There had been rumors that she was dating Benji Madden — which I didn’t report here, because they were bullshit — but now we have some more dirt on Britney’s love life. The British tabs are reporting that Britney has been hooking up with Indian hottie Sandip Soparrkar, who choreographed her Womanizer video.

Britney, 27, even flew to Jodhpur for a romantic three-day Christmas break with Sandip who is a pin-up in his native India.

The couple, who have been dating for three weeks, exchanged homemade pressies under the tree.

Our source reveals: “It’s early days but their romance is going from strength to strength.

“Britney and Sandip tried to keep their reunion in India hush-hush as they’re determined to have a relationship just like any other couple.

“Sandip is very down to earth and keeps Britney grounded. He’s also quite spiritual and sensitive, which is a side of him she adores.

“For Christmas, Sandip – or Sandy as Britney calls him – presented her with a traditional Indian sari. She wore it during a candlelit dinner.

“The pair were whispering and giggling all night. Sandy ordered local delicacies including chicken tikka and a cottage cheese curry. Britney was nicking the dough balls from his plate. It was really cute.”

Britney, who met Sandip at a party thrown by Madonna earlier this year, is spending the New Year back in LA. And Sandy may jet over to see in 2009 with her.

Ya know, this wouldn’t be the first time Britney fell for a choreographer. It’s long been rumored that her relationship with Justin Timberlake fell apart after she cheated on him with choreographer Wade Robson, who then admitted the affair to his buddy Justin (who later wrote “Cry Me a River” about it). I guess the girl has a soft spot for men with moves.

I love Samuel L. Jackson.

Here he is at the Capri Film Festival with his wife, LaTanya Richardson, whom he met in college and married in 1980. The two have been together ever since. Not only is he still married to the woman, but he takes her all around the world with him to his promotional events. Nearly thirty years later and he still wants her around, despite the fact that his fame and his money mean he could easily flit off to Capri by himself and bed a different supermodel each night.

I want a marriage like that.

Her personal life may not have had a record-setting year, but Madonna’s Sticky & Sweet tour was the highest-grossing North American tour of the year, bringing in $105.3M. Second place went to Celine Dion with $94M, and The Eagles took third with $73.4.

Country music star Kenny Chesney ($72.2 million) and rock band Bon Jovi ($70.4 million) came in fourth and fifth.

The top ten was rounded out by Bruce Springsteen and the E street band ($69.3 million), Neil Diamond ($59.8 million), Rascal Flatts ($55.8 million), The Police ($48.0 million) and Tina Turner ($47.7 million).

Who wants to start taking bets that Britney Spears tops this list for 2009?

On Monday, I got to celebrate my grandfather’s 82nd birthday with him. “Do I get to be on your blog?” he asked. “If I’m on your blog, am I automatically an A-list celebrity?” I told him that this was not exactly the case, but that I would do what I could for him. At 82 years old, my grandfather is a daily reader of The Evil Beet and my Twitter feed. (”He doesn’t know how to get started with the computer,” says his wife, “but once I get him all set up he reads it for hours, and he clicks on all the links to help you make money.”) Grandpa Sam knows more about Lindsay Lohan than any other octogenarian on the planet, with the possible exception of Hugh Hefner, who may well know her in the Biblical sense.

In all seriousness, my grandfather has been playing language and spelling games with me since before I really knew the alphabet. He reads the entire newspaper cover to cover every single day, and has been doing this for as long as I can remember — since I was able to read and even to this day, he clips out articles he thinks may be of interest to me and sends them to me via U.S. Mail. When I was trying to quit smoking, he sent me a package of gum and sweets nearly every day. He asked for Wendie’s address so that he could send Hannukah gelt and pens to her children, because that’s just the kind of person he is. He has outlined several novels that he feels I ought to write, the latest of which involves gay teenage vampires (”There’s a built-in audience!”). And did I mention he was a WWII war hero? (He will want me to be specific here, and mention all his purple hearts and silver medals, but I forget the details, so I’m sure I’ll be lectured about this the next time we speak.) In short, he’s basically the coolest dude on the planet, and I am forever grateful to him for all he has contributed to my education and personal growth.

Happy birthday, Grandpa Sam! I love you.

Frankly, I’m torn between the auto-play music (Don Henley’s “Dirty Laundry”) or the fact that his logo looks a lot like Perez Hilton’s did a few years back. I’m also terribly disappointed that I haven’t been added to his blogroll yet. It may be related to the scathing email I sent him after he emailed me to let me know he launched a new blog to be mean to his own daughter (he didn’t respond). Come on, Mike, give Evil Beet some blogroll love. We’ll link back! You have no idea how many people would kill to be on this blogroll. Trust me, I get the emails every single day. Mostly they’re from websites selling drugs or porn. How about I forward you all those emails in exchange for a blogroll link?

Anyway, Michael has called a truce with his daughter, and has printed this on his website, and I just don’t think the English language has words to describe how fucking insane this shit is:

There is a truce between Lindsay and I, so please stop adding any fuel to the fire. I respectfully ask that all sources, so called friends and mouthpieces refrain from any more comments or suggestions on her blog.

ZOMG.

The ONLY person who has EVER added fuel to this fire is YOU, Michael. ONLY YOU.

I rarely say things like this, but just do us all a favor and kill yourself, okay?

(But not before you add me to your blogroll!)

Everyone’s getting in their Christmas proposals.

Up now: Love of my life Zooey Deschanel, who got engaged to Death Cab for Cutie lead singer Ben Gibbard over the holidays.

I had no idea the two were together.

I saw Ben perform live at a Rhapsody party this summer. I would have been waaaay more interested in him if I’d known he were dating Zooey. Luckily, his good pal John Krasinski showed up to support him that night, so I had someone to swoon over.

How gorgeous does Cate look in the pages of this month’s Vanity Fair?

She was photographed for the mag by Annie Leibovitz.

And she’s wearing more clothes than Miley Cyrus was!