This is George Michael and his homosexual lover, Fadi. They are on their holidays, somewhere not here. If it wasn’t for Twitter, we would be none the wiser. Thank fuck for Twitter. If it wasn’t for Twitter, we wouldn’t be subjected to such Tweets as ‘Isn’t he cute?’ Thank fuck for Twitter. If it wasn’t for Twitter, we wouldn’t be hip to the fact that George Michael ‘jumped into his decking pool with my iPhone in my shorts pocket yesterday. AAArgh.’
We can’t help but feel that ‘decking’ was unnecessary.
We’re all for George shoving his new relationship in our faces, especially when his new relationship wears a chunky flip-flop. After all, we have the opposite-sex relations of the famouses shoved in our faces like gonorrhea on an ongoing basis, and we’re nothing if not sick to death of that. So it’s all swings, roundabouts, yo-yos, really.
In related news, we walked past George Michael’s house yesterday on our way to a dolly Sunday swish across Hampstead Heath. We swear that was Bananarama’s Keren making snow angels in the front garden.
In conclusion, who’s top and who’s bottom?
'Doner with chips and all sauces, please.',