Being a children’s entertainer isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be. Once the novelty of the limelight has worn off you’re just a Jane stuck between Rod and Freddy. Dirty bitch.
Rod in the Pink, Freddy in the stink. Freddy was definitely a stink kinda guy…
Obviously some entertainers go from strength to strength. Look at Rolf Harris for instance.
Sigh…yes I know….
But for every Ant and Dec and Mark Speight, you have others that have followed a darker path. No one hears from Bob the Builder these days. Not since the Cromwell Street excavation.
i digress, this is supposed to be about the purple headed wonder that is Tinky Winky. After a few interventions and a stint in Tubby Rehab. The Prince-esque fanny magnet still couldn’t find his level. Poor bastard.
Below is all we have left.
Update: Since this recording, Tinky’s handbag has been discovered behind an Oxfam in the small hamlet of Scrot, in Cheshire. It contained nothing but one child’s ballet shoe and a plethora of dog shit.
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