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Hi! saw The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and after seeing Frankie Goes To Artschool it just brought back all the nightmares I used to have in those long, hot summer nights. Whirr, whirr.
Paul Morley Goes To Bradford.
You are what we doctors call certifiably mad.
Dear DD21594 from Merseyside.
Speaking on behalf of me and my fellow Frankie fans, why don’t you take a long walk down a short pier and take Depeche Mode with you.
I thought that Mark O’Toole’s Earring wrote the truest words ever about the Mode, except that he/she forgot to say that they have voices like nails scraping down a blackboard. Even Bronski Beat can sing better.
Let’s face it mate, Frankie have the most brilliant voices ever heard. You say they aim to entertain, I’ve seen more entertainment in a dead mouse, I advise you to change to FGTH, or see your shrink immediately.
Frankie’s dark glasses, Ferrybridge.
We declare this correspondence closed (The Dead Mice Entertainment Society).
My friend and I have spent many happy hours (and arguments) compiling this list of TOP TEN POSERS for your collection of Top Tens. We hope after so much agony and hard work that you appreciate it and send us a record token as a sign of gratitude.
- George Michael
- Simon Le Bon
- Nick Rhodes
- Freddie Mercury
- Holly Johnson
- Paul Young
- Martin Kemp
- Tony Hadley
Howard Jones checked shirt and Nik Kershaw’s right arm.
Martin Kemp, only number nine. Bang goes your record token.
This poem is for Peter Gill from Frankie ‘coz I love him and think the world of him.
My Loved One
Although I never met him
He remains on my mind
A poster on my wall
A loved one in my mind
He’s famous now, above the rest
He worked so hard for it, I think
He deserves the best
Although I think of him every day
My mind is never at rest without him
He’s fairskinned and has black curly hair
He’s the most handsome person in the world
My friends laugh and jeer
But I don’t care at all
His name is Peter Gill
He is all over my wall
In my mind he plays a big part
For I think the most of him
He’s my loved one in disguise
I know I’ll never meet him
Land and water divides
Please tell him I love him
Cause if you don’t I will die
Heartbroken and despairing.
Sharon, Peter Gill’s No Hover.
Sorry the Booker Prize is already won by
Someone we never heard of
But we like your poem
And we decided to show him
Peter Gill, that is.