The Clock is Ticking
Raisin-in-a-wig, Cliff Richard, has apparently been the
victim of a media ‘witch-hunt’, following the police raid on his
Berkshire apartment by officers investigating historic child-abuse
Cliff’s predicament has even managed to bring comatose chat-show host Michael Parkinson back to life.
Parkinson, who was last seen on TV flogging bespoke coffins, has
joined condemnation of the raid and even went as far as to accuse the
BBC of ” behaving like a tabloid “.
Oooh, get you Parky.
Of course, none of us should be too quick to judge Cliff either.
It may well be that all the rumours about him are indeed false.
Maybe he didn’t visit sordid boy-brothel Elm Guest House after all.
Maybe he hasn’t had an affair with bisexual scum, Tony Blair.
Maybe he isn’t implicated in the death of his close pal Jill Dando.
Maybe he didn’t buy himself a new Barbadian identity to avoid justice.
Maybe he hasn’t hoodwinked us all, Jimmy Savile-style, for the past 5 decades.
You see, Cliff might really be the wholesome, celibate Christian singer he’s led us all to believe he is.
Sadly though, he isn’t.
The whole of the UK media know who Cliff really is and so does the music industry.
Its about bloody time the public found out the truth as well.
Oh, and by the way.
Some people have asked what vile hobby Cliff shares with Melvyn Bragg.
Well, the truth of the matter is this:
They both like lads to urinate in their mouths.
But it goes to show one thing.
Cliff Richard really has been taking the piss all these years.