Watching Fiona Bruce introducing a news item about the wacky Finnsh Eurovision entry this evening, I was reminded that, many years ago, I was privileged to witness her fronting her own popular beat combo.
Imaginatively called Don't Chew Blu Tac, the group featured our Fi screaming tunelessly into a microphone, whilst writhing around in a scanty dress that barely covered her modesty. It was really quite shocking.
Nonetheless, it's good to see that, though she's now the serious face of the BBC's Have I Got The Ten O'Clock News For You, she's still raising eyebrows.
And talking of bands, how awfully rotten to see Heather Mills McCartney trying to take Sir Paul to the cleaners. My sources reliably inform me, however, that she doesn't have a leg to stand on.
3 comments:
Brings a whole new meaning to 'blowing a raspberry'!
You're a man obsessed, Duck.
I am?
That's the first time i've ever been accused of that.
WOW thanks i think!
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