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paul morley

My god, he's hot!


I think that's why he took his clothes off...


Jonathan, thankyou. You ole romantic, you.. I have to say though, the kippers have the edge - knob of butter (careful) and champagne vinegar (never, ever use real champagne) - unless you can rustle up DC on a plate as he was circa '72. And did his hairstylist look away when she or he (come to think of it, it's a she either way) pointed the dryer at his bits to frizz up his man's front garden just so? It's a rum job but someone has to do it. Evidentally, I went into the wrong business...

paul morley

I wonder where he bought his mohair thong?


Or is it a dwarf with an afro?

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