ISSUE 50 November 24th 2000
		B L A C K S T R E E T B O Y S . . . . Just when I thought they’d gone back to the world of panel beating, up pop those annoying ‘greasy weasels’ the Back Street Boys, who this week returned to the world of "Mummy, I’ve wet the bed" pop. Yep, whilst Britain’s best loved ‘musical genius’ Shakin’ Stevens prepares for his annual Christmas tour by packing a Kareeokee machine and an ironing board into the back of his Robin Reliant, those Back Street boys were busy showing the world their new ‘One million pound luxury Jet’ which will act as their ‘tour bus’ for the next 100 hours as they travel the world to promote their new album: ‘Black And Blue’. And yesterday I became the only European journalist allowed on board. As I entered the jet, it was hard not to notice the heavy sexual theme. I think it was the sign above the massive revolving bed that read "Sex, Sex, Sex" that finally gave the game away. The whole plane was decked out in kinky leopard skin, and self-proclaimed Back Street leader ‘Kevin’ was quick to give me a guided tour of the Jacuzzi room. He also showed me the bowling alley, as well as the stunning views from the balcony. After the guided tour we were soon relaxing in the jet’s ‘roof garden’. From there we got some breath taking views as their ‘sex jet’ headed for the skies. Ah, I could see it all. The Houses of parliament! Big Ben! (and two horses mating in my back garden). And look, there’s good old Shakin’ Stevens looking as if he’s shitting bricks as a one million pound luxury jet heads straight towards his Robin Reliant which has just broken down on the hard shoulder of the M4. BEN