Oh what a morning! I woke up next to a minor pop star, who I apparently had in the stirrups last night, and hit a couple of bumps to jerk me out of bed. I slam an espresso and the phone rings: it's La Lohan - kidding! It's an ex-colleague in a jam.
She's launching some awful broadband service aimed at the blue rinse brigade and the client thinks the brand needs a star fuck. Hence she's calling me - Sammy Stardust.
I hot another bump and no sooner did the drip slip away than an idea shot out of my left hemisphere: leak a Cliff Richard sex tape on the internet.
Listen baby, if you want some cruty Women's Institute types to clicky click, give them some graint film of Sir Cliff making it with one of their own.
That one's for free. Next one...isn't.
Wednesday, 5 March 2008
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