George Michael, one of our favourite dangerous drivers (though the Italian who once took us on a drunken Tron-like zip through Milan on New Year’s Eve comes a close second) has been up to his old tricks again.
No, not taking drugs.
No, not getting caught with his knickers down in public toilies.
No, not hiring in a gaggle of rent boys and damn the expense.
No, not bitch slapping Boy George.
No, not… my god! How many tricks has the man got?
He has been up to crashing his car into the front of Snappy Snaps, a shop which, in the olden days before digital, used to process photographs. They now mainly emboss anything from a mug to a cushion to a small child’s face with images from your holiday in Gran Canaria.
He has been arrested for the crash, which apparently happened on his way back from Gay Pride (well, we know the state we were in after that little shindig, so we can only imagine…) so there must have been something other than slippery fingers and a cat running into the road behind it.