One to 1
We would like to thank Holly, Paul and the lads for everything—
An extra special thanks to Holly (he knows why) but modesty prevents us from telling you (your secret is safe with us, honey). So until our next meeting…
Yel, Fifi and The Black Yamba.
PS Next time we’ll supply the fresh cream.
Great, and we’ll bring the doughnuts.
A reader wrote in a while back protesting about the fix on the “Meet Wham” comp. For all I care she can have both of them. I wouldn’t go to France if you paid me.
Just as long as it’s fixed for me when there’s a “Meet Frankie” comp. I’d better win or there’ll be trouble my son.
By the way I’m sweet 16.
Sian Newman alias Holly’s Spotted hankie.
Sixteen we can believe. Sweet? Hmmm…
Ugh! Disgusting! British entertainers are really weird. First there’s that painted fat maypole Boy George followed by something called Marilyn.
Next comes Dead Or Alive’s singer who shaves his legs and prances around stage in a strapless outfit swinging his bare hips in such a ghastly fashion it made me queasy.
And I’d like to know where The Cure’s singer gets his haircut. Uranus?
Then there’s gays who call themselves Frankie Goes To Hollywood. The way they’re going they’ll never get to Hollywood.
And how dare Nasher’s Gorgeous Body dare criticise George Michael? I think he’s just great and ‘Two Tribes’ deserved to be kicked off the top spot for being such a boring…
Lady Limahl, Singapore.
That’s quite enough of that nonsense. Limahl wears more make-up than all the boys on No.1 put together. Even as we speak Paul Bursche is frantically shaving his armpits.