Lest anyone wake today asking themselves: “Selves, whatever happened to Tab Hunter?” — I am here to say Mr. Hunter, 82, just arrived in New York City from his Santa Barbara home.

In the ’50s this blond, tanned golden boy, born Arthur Andrew Klein, became the hot teen idol — 40 films in 40 years — “Damn Yankees!” in ’58, “The Burning Hills” in ’56. Flirting publicly with names like Jayne Mansfield, home privately with types like Anthony Perkins. His 2005 autobiography “Tab Hunter Confidential: The Making of a Movie Star” tells it was scary to come out in Hollywood’s anti-gay days.

Now producing “Tab Hunter Confidential” for a documentary, Neil Koenigsberg tells me: “It’s independently financed, and we’re in production. Director’s Jeffrey Schwarz, whose HBO doc “Vito” last year about gay activist Vito Russo won an award. We’ll film in New York this week, do Rex Reed, John Waters, Robert Osborne interviews and tomorrow’s Q-and-A at the Players Club.”

JESSICA Walker makes her New York stage debut tonight at the 59E59 Theater. “The Girl I Left Behind Me,” about female impersonators in British vaudeville, is part of the annual Brits off Broadway thing.

Actress/singer Walker recently twisted London’s crumpets with another onewoman thing “Pat Kirkwood Is Angry,” in which she played the musical-comedy lady who seemingly was linked for 60 years with Queen Elizabeth’s mate. In the St. James Theatre, barely a teacup from Buckingham, she stunned the royals by quoting in the play from intimate correspondence twixt Prince Phil and Miss Kirkwood.

The private letters came through British royal biographer Michael Thornton, who was left them when Kirkwood died in 2007.

Come 2014 Miss Walker claims she’ll recite these letters and re-create “Pat Kirkwood Is Angry” in NYC.

SO, last week’s appearance of the Furthur, the band cobbled together by the Grateful Dead remains. You already maybe heard they played nine sold-out nights reliving old Dead songs at upstate Port Chester’s 1,800-seat Capitol Theater. One night, living legend Bob Weir — who graduated from school Magnum Cum Loaded — collapsed onstage and partner Phil Lesh announced: “Bobby’s having a little trouble tonight . . . because he hurt his shoulder.” Shoulder? He fell flat out. They schlepped him offstage.

Eventually they propped him up. Tie-dyed Deadhead fans stayed. And never stopping, the band played on.

Later, 12:45 a.m., on two nights they started up at the Copacabana, Main Street’s small nearby Brazilian steakhouse. Clearing out tables, the place held 100 people and the alive Deads did their thing all night.

Jerry Garcia’s daughter Trixie says the Capitol’s bar will be renamed Garcia’s.

I FIGURED I’d tell you about St. Patrick’s, now under renovation. “New York: Then and Now” says it began in 1858 in a once raw outpost surround when the Irish Catholic community was New York City’s largest immigrant group. Nickels and dimes made it possible. The Civil War and a generation passed before the Cathedral opened 30 years later in 1879. Lacking money, the twin spires were not finished until 1888.

So, everyone . . . patience while reconstruction of this architectural achievement goes on.

DIRECTOR Baz Luhrmann: “I was a kid, 12, when Robert Redford did the original “Great Gatsby” film in ’74. I didn’t then understand who this great American character was. Riding the Trans-Siberian Railway recently, I had a book and reread the story. Once I understood Gatsby, I couldn’t wait to make this movie.”

R.E.M. singer Michael Stipe: “Our detractors are actually pointing out their own personal weaknesses. People have been super critical of this biggest band in the world. Heavy criticism. Complaining we’re old, fat and rich . . . don’t care anymore . . . we do it for the wrong reasons. Usually, it’s about them — not about us. I get defensive when they point out how old we are. Why’s that such a terrible thing?” Whether that got to him, I don’t know, but R.E.M. broke up two years ago.

MARTHA Stewart writing a book. She says the title’s secret. Not. It’s to be called “Let Me Entertain You.”. . . May 17. Marriott Marquis. Drama League Awards. David Hyde Pierce emcees. Guaranteed to be present are Bobby Cannavale, Alan Cumming, Edie Falco, Judith Ivey, Nathan Lane, Judith Light, Donna Murphy, Holland Taylor, Cicely Tyson, Michael Urie and a partridge in a pear tree.

I FINALLY found out what SUV means. Sucks Up Visa.

DAVID Bowie hides all erotic art when in-laws visit. It offends his wife’s strict Muslim family who still retain reservations about her career choice. Iman says: “To them, nudity is obscene. Against our religion. It’s a major conflict in our family. They’ve even opposed my modeling. Any naked pictures up when they come around, I put them away.”

SIGN in a deli: “We cure our own corned beef. Our chicken soup cures everything else.”

Only in New York, kids, only in New York.