Wellllllllll, picture the scene; I’m at my mates house in Bournemouth, and we trying to keep positive despite a couple of hangovers and the funeral of Princess Diana (queen of hearts) being on the telly. Anyway, after a while I decided it was getting me down, and it was a lovely day, so I walked down to the park in the centre of town, bought a newspaper and had a sit down. I had the paper flat out on the grass in front of me, and after a bit a child wandered over and stood on it, meaning I couldn’t read it.
I said “hi” to the kid, and then looked up to see where the little rapscallions’ parents were, and who should be stood there, but actually-I-preferred-her-to-Sam-Fox, Linda Lusardi! She said “sorry!” and really that was that. I can’t pretend we are close.
I looked it up after and she was in summer season on Bournemouth Pier in a show that I suspect was called “Ouch! My Arse!” or similar.
Anyway, thanks Di.
