Dear Holly Johnson, I’ve always been interested in horoscopes. I am very interested in yours. Please tell me your birth sign. I hope you have lots of ashes in your stocking.
E. Harris, Glamorgan, South Wales.
Ashes? A couple of oranges wouldn’t go amiss. But don’t the Frankies all want Porsches for Crimbo?
Dear Holly Johnson, here’s a poem for you because you are not my No.1 (though you are Justine’s of Portsmouth).
Although you pose like a ‘he man’
You’re really rather feeble
You’re more like an action man
You’re nothing like a weeble.
Love and kisses, Sgt Ernest Bilko.
Unfair to weebles!
I’m not much for words but please tell Mark O’Toole that I love him loads. I’ll meet him somehow, someday, so tell him to have a Birds Eye lasagne ready for me when I do. Hurry home Mark, I’m missing you.
The Mad Mohawk’s No.1 Fan, Southampton.
You must love him if you’d put up with his cooking.
Although it’s raining today I feel very happy. Two minutes ago I was singing ‘Forever Young’ by Alphaville and now I’m thinking about Frankie Goes To Hollywood.
Yesterday I sang the latest song by Duran Duran and I realise how lucky I am to have the freedom to choose the music I like.
I’m happy these people exist just as I’m happy there is heavy metal, mods, etc, even though I don’t like them too much.
Maybe tomorrow I would like to sing a bit of metal and I like to think I could do it freely.
Margherifa de Gisi, Milan, Italy.
Go ahead, we won’t stop you.
This week’s random reader’s chart and winner of a £5 record token:
- THE RIDDLE Nik Kershaw
- BLASPHEMOUS RUMOURS Depeche Mode
- THE SECOND TIME Kim Wilde
- PRIVATE DANCER Tina Turner
- POWER OF LOVE FGTH
Jurgen Geringer Taufkirchen, Munich
This week’s coupon is on page 37.