Sad, shocking, outrageous and mindless. Yes, I too have been deeply affected by this week’s events. When I rushed to catch my plane to Tuscany I broke the heel off my favourite Jimmy Choos and nearly cracked a nail. Apparently the London riots have been pretty bad, too.
Yes, dear readers, Busty Idol’s back. Thing is, my Uncle Ivan is still sunning himself in the Tuscan hills following our joint trip to last weekend’s ‘Campaign Wedding of the Year’ so you’re stuck with me for another week.
Suffice to say the wedding was excellent. Plenty of sun, plenty of fine wine, and plenty of posh male totty.
Luckily I managed to get a new pair of shoes – the collapse of the Italian economy was a real boon for me as I got a few new outfits, too – and I even bagged myself a new fella.
His name is Tarquin Farquhar and he has his own marketing business. Farquhar by name; rich Farquhar by nature. He was a dirty Farquhar, too. Result!
Talking of, er, high heels, we hear news that the indefatigable Lloyd James is dusting off his drag queen outfit – complete with wig and full make-up – in the name of “charidddddddy”. On Sunday August 28 Lloyd will be walking (in heels) from Hythe in Kent, through Sandgate and into Folkestone, taking with him a bucket to collect cash from all the pubs and bars along the way, unless, in his own words: “I am not beaten up by someone or arrested by some overzealous police officer.”
All the money raised goes directly to support the volunteers and the patients at the Pilgrims Hospice in East Kent. You can donate online by going to his Just Giving page. I am planning to donate my fee for writing this column; that’s your first 50p then Lloyd.
Finally, I hear that ex-Busted frontman Charlie Simpson had 10,000 CDs destroyed in the Sony warehouse fire in Enfield sparked by the riots, so I guess it’s not all bad…
