After everything, all the advertising and television and magazine articles, and all the talk, somehow Magda still looks fat fab. I love Magda, I think she is fabulous, really fucken fabulous, but the diet isn't working so well the work she’s done.
I guess I should just keep my mouth shut, yes I should, it's not something at which I’m good.
I like to tell it how it is, baby. And I like other people to do the same. No use pussyfooting about, that gets none of us anywhere.
If you can't say anything nice and all that… but let's face, she appeared on the cover of New Idea – seriously credibility plummets to zero – she had pretty much sold out, giving me permission to say what I like.
But, nobody wants to be a conservative politician, surely. Tell it how it is, just as long as you say something which we believe.
Isn’t it better to speak the truth, no matter what?
She is genuinely lovely, though. She used to hang around dance parties with my mate Sebastian, often all doled out in black. There the two of them would be, Cuddle Pot and Cuddle Pie sitting at some table, or on the bleachers looking like bunnies in the headlights together.
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