Linda Barker was nowhere to be seen, apparently
Where's the soap? It does, doesn't it?Guess where Bush was when I spoke to her earlier today? Half undressed in a changing room, looking for something last minute to wear to her impending lunch at Claridge’s to celebrate Mother Bush’s 60th birthday. I wouldn’t have answered it, myself, but it's good to talk. Still, I have spoken to some of Peter’s Friends in stranger places, including Sweeney, who answered the phone last month whilst taking a shower, and Toto splashing her painted feet around in the bath. The naughty minx.......
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