So brace yourself.........here it comes.........
George Michael. Mans prison. Ridiculous.
Surely to Elvis, putting that man in a prison packed with men of all shapes and sizes as a punishment is like locking me in a chocolate factory for eight weeks and expecting me not to come out the size of a whale and smiling broadly!
I mean, lets be honest. Self control is not one of George's more obvious characteristics is it? He has a fondness for public toilets that only he and a handful of the worlds population can relate to, and frankly, his mind must be all melted from the drugs he was taking when he smashed his Range Rover into a lamp post whilst off his face.
Admittedly, that was way back when I was 10 years old and most of our life plans were made while I was singing into my hairbrush and talking to his face on a Make it Big album sleeve, perched on my windowsill.....but these are just minor details to me!
|The beard that broke my heart|
George has turned a different corner.
And me and my hairbrush are doing just fine.