That silly old Mr. I’madinnerjacket off-of Iran – you know, the one who can’t tie a tie? – has decided to remove his ambassador from the Eurovision host country, and we quote, ‘in connection with the insulting of religious saints’. Without a word of a lie!
Apparently, he’d got wind of some sort of gay parade – like the whole of Eurovision isn’t a gay parade! – and decided enough was enough: ‘Pack your LVs, dolly,’ he said in a top-level telegram to the Iranian ambassador, who was looking forward to a weekend of fun with some of the EuroV contingent. ‘You’re out of there.’
Well, he’s already ridden roughshod over Shakespeare so Scotty can just jolly well brace himself. Besides, we don’t care what anyone says, we think it looks good.
It is a stamp. It has Auntie Viv Westwoods or Alexander McQueen or Paul Smith or Tommy Nutter or Ossie Clarke or Zandra Rhodes or Granny Takes a Trip (it was a 60s thing. We’re not keen but it would do for you). And you can send off a letter with it. Or a notelet.
This is the pool belonging to a new hotel in Chile. Horrible, isn’t it? And yes, we also presumed it was in Dubai or Saudi Arabia or somewhere equally horrible.
