ISSUE 42 September 29th 2000
		W H A T S U P M I C K ? . . . I don’t think there’s a more beautiful sight in the world of pop than a ginger twat getting his ‘just desserts’. For years now, I’ve had to sit back and watch that ‘singing arse hole’ Mick Huchnall get away with musical murder, whilst humping the arse off every cracking bit of beaver in town. Yep, whilst I’ve been struggling to find pop super stardom with my Queen tribute band ‘Queer’, Mick has been leading a sickenly charmed life. Only last week, he was spotted walking along the golden sands of California with Mrs World winner Gloria Washington, whilst I on the other hand, was busy wheeling my third wife ( and former Queen of the Taunton Carnival 1984 ), Sharon Stainer along the concrete piers of Bournemouth. As Rod sang : ‘Some guys have all the luck’. Well, Mick’s ‘luck’ finally ran out this week, because he’s just been sensationally axed by his record company Warner Brothers after his last album flopped like a ‘Sperm whale falling from a Jumbo Jet ’. But once again, Mick is desperately trying to put a brave face on this latest set back. His manager told me last night : "It was a mutual decision, we are resisting offers. ( yeah right!) The industry is changing everyday and we want to see what is happening with the internet. Mick is busy writing new songs." In other words, Mick hasn’t written a decent song since 1985, and the record company are now making more money from recycling old milk bottle tops, than selling his crock of shit albums . It’s the end of the road for you, you bucked tooth freak ! BEN.