Sunday night’s Golden Globes was big-time TV. Sunday was also “Beautiful — The Carole King Musical” opening. So arriving for the B’way show? Woody Allen, up for that night’s best picture, best actress plus Diane Keaton’s homage to him that ran longer than a Bill Clinton speech.

For this premiere, Woody, with daughter-turned-wife Soon-Yi, wore his usual unpressed beige cotton pants, shloompy blue sweater, rumpled canvas hat. He came as Best Schlemiel.

First-nighter Seinfeld: “I didn’t know Carole, but I liked her music.” . . . Bernadette Peters: “We did a benefit together. My friend married her ex-husband.” . . . Anne Hathaway’s brother, whose kid’s going to Oxford . . . Marvin Hamlisch’s widow, Terre . . . Hoda wore a knockout red coat (“My mother got it for me”), Clive Davis’ furry coat his mother did not give him.

Former Sony CEO Sir Howard Stringer: “We published her music. I knew Carole well. Did her lots of favors. I still have her old wax albums.” . . . And Commish Bill Bratton: “My first private moment after my appointment was opening the headquarters refrigerator and finding Champagne Ray Kelly left me.” Bill’s wife, Rikki Klieman: “And Bill got me a teddy bear dressed in a police uniform.”

Producer Paul Blake: “We stole your ‘That’s all I’m saying’ column line, which you often end risky items with. It’s in the show. But you get no credit.” Also no recognition. And no money.

One VIP not there? Carole King. Refusing to show, she preferred staying home. In Idaho. Idaho? Ducking a New York show about her? Preferring Idaho? Please. Who can believe this? Even potatoes leave Idaho.

Odds & ends

ABC’s new medical drama “The Black Box” filmed across from East 88th’s Church of the Holy Trinity. Same place HBO shot a “Sex and the City” segment . . . A stunned parent’s child missed a public school pre-K class opening day. Nobody knew the youngster had to first pass a test. Today’s pre-K kid needs an exam before admission to a NYC public school class?

What they’re up to

Sigourney Weaver, playwright A.R. Gurney, at the Monkey Bar’s Flea Theater benefit . . . Clive Davis sent his Jan. 25 Grammys party announcements. The VIP invite bears an embedded clock, which ticks down the time until the event . . . Farrar Straus Giroux publishing Lucinda Franks’ behind-the-scene book about NYC’s most famous cases tried by her husband, former DA Robert Morgenthau.

Following Christie’s choices

Christie missed those GW tie-ups? This bridge goes to New Jersey. So where was New Jersey’s capo those four days? In Idaho with Carole?

Take his loyal, trusted, handpicked serfs chosen with care:

  •  Bill Stepien, political adviser who ran his campaign because he’s so brilliant and wise? That sure-footedness slipped, and he just got axed.
  •  Trenton big-mouths mumble Bridget Kelly, his No. 1, was perhaps enjoying a close friendship with another of his aides.
  •  Busy David Samson, personally selected by Christie to run the Port Authority, previously was the lover of politically connected married lady Joy Silverman.

Could Emperor Chunk’s devoted slaves risk tricks if not to gain tacit approval and curry favor? Christie’s staffers don’t go to the toilet without raising their hand for permission.

New Jersey, usually busy lifting hubcaps, now murmurs Chunky’s presidential run could slow to a walk.

Will Whitlock: “Driving in Buffalo in ice and snow, I learned to keep distance by the length of my car per each 10-mile-per-hour speed. Like at 40mph, it’s back four car lengths to have space to safely stop.”

OK? So know that — if only in New York, kids, only in New York.