That’s not a watersports reference, incidentally. Though what Dame Sir Lady Elton John off-of ‘I used to do drugs, now I don’t’ and My Civil Partner David Furnish get up to in their bedroom is nobody’s business. Except ours and yours.
But look at Uncle Elt flying! He wasn’t aware he was going to start flying whilst tinklin’ away on his joanna; he was just getting caught up in the middle eight of ‘Saturday Night’s Alright For Fighting’ when – as if out of nowhere! – his rear end started to lift off the stool. Which is not a reference to scat, incidentally.
The poor fella looks as startled as a Daily Mail reader finding a poop-ee-doop on her glass coffee table – of all places! And next to the tapenade, which she only bought because there was an extra spring in her step down Tescos this morning.
We’d say something about the wind being beneath his wings at this point, but won’t seeing as that is a reference to Bette Midler and not Elton John. So we’ll just say Elton is a total bottom and leave it there.
Ooh and dunnit remind you of another flying gay?