Plans are afoot to erect (they said erect…) a statue of Kylie off-of Kylie on London’s glittering Old Compton Street.
Who shouted, ‘They don’t need a statue – she’s lifeless as it is!’ at the back? Wash your mouth out.
Anways, the Daily Star reports with typically homophobic razzmatazz how, and-we-quote, ‘Kylie’s loyal team of homosexuals have applied for planning permission to have a statue of the pocket-sized Aussie erected above the pink road. Our man with the fluffy chisel said: “We’re having our very own little goddess of love, in the form of Kylie.”‘
They missed the point that they’ll probably be doing high-kicks to the score of Gypsy during the erecting ceremony before limp-wristedly skipping down the road towards the local Chariot’s Roman Spa for some back-bottom bumming.
Oh, gay = fun.
Now let’s look at an artist’s impression of Kylie’s ‘mo statue:
The Star est here on the interdolly. Probably smells of dirty Frey Bentos steak and kidney pies and three-week-old old-man sweat, mind.