Now if only EVERY person hauled over the coals had he same gracious sense of humour...
You may recall us crucifying Willy Borrell, brother of nonsense-musician Johnny, on more than one occasion - mostly stories involving him getting his end away with groupies on the back of his brother's success. See this week's mailout for one example. We obviously only write these kind of stories so that the subjects in question FINALLY take notice of us.
All we want is to be touched by the same furtive fingers we pour scorn on, hoping that one day, MAYBE one day, Holy Moly! can be brushed by the same level of genius that thought to dress their brother in cowboy boots and a suit (for best) and shocking white V-neck T-shirts (for stage).
Well, ladies & gentlemen - it seems our prayers have been answered, I shit you not. Thanks for the letter, Willy - nice to see a sense of humour! We look forward to our fruit basket from Amy Winehouse and Krispy Kreme platter from Jodie Marsh. MWAH!
Click on the image below for the letter in full...