Get Get Get on Down!
It seems like just the other day (okay, other several days) that I was traipsing around the house singing Wham Rap and tittering to myself about the inherent silliness of Wham rapping about “street credibility” at all, nevermind back in the “Fantastic” days.I’ve just now recovered enough from the head shaking and tsking I’ve been doing over George Michael being caught YET AGAIN frolicking in a public park. Now, I accept that he has poor judgement in selecting locations for his extracurricular lovelife, but what has sent me over the edge is his seemingly indiscriminate choice of partner. This one was an older, pot bellied, unemployed van driver. First, how is someone EVER an “unemployed van driver”? Isn’t there always *something* needing to be taken *somewhere*? Nevermind the obvious downside to this state, in that had he been employed, they might have been in a van instead of the shrubbery. Second, have you seen George Michael’s domestic partner of the last ten years? He’s beautiful. He’s a better man than I, because I would surely have put flesh eating bacteria in George’s knicker drawer by now.
I actually saw Wham in concert in about 1986 and it was one of the best shows I’ve ever seen. I am now looking forward to seeing George and probably Boy George and Pee Wee Herman on the Surreal Life next season.