I was dating a guy called jjimm, who had a strange fetish for plain straight hair, plain grey jumpers and plain grey skirts … this I could live with, but his suggestion we “do it” to Shakin’ Stevens “Oh Julie” was the final straw.
So I dumped him, invested in a whole new wardrobe of slinky designer numbers, became Miss Great Britain, romped with Prince Andrew, used my fame wisely to launch my own beauty brand, and have never looked back.
Gary T, if I remember correctly, your second song was in a cartoon involving a family of scarecrows (father, mother and son), the premise of which revolved around the son wanting to become a scarecrow like his father.
Darned if I can remember the title of said cartoon, tho.
