Now we’ve never had a whole lot of time for the big, fat, tired, lazy pig that is Aretha Franklin – never had much of a voice (unless you count shouting), not had any voice for quite some time – but when she peels herself away from her stories and her family size bag of Cheetos to put in a performance at the lighting of the Rockerfeller Center (spelt American and everything!) Christmas tree, well she better not be wearing this.
Except she is.
How many creatures had to die just to get round that big fat face of hers? It truly looks like she’s been trapped up a mammoth’s arsehole.
A disgrace. Send her down!