“Where your scrumptious little guitarist?” “Ronno? He’s avoiding you. Fred, dear, you mustn’t be so forward with the lad. He’s from Hull. They don’t have homosexuals there.” “Tosh. I was being friendly.” “You flat-out asked if you could see his todger.” “Did I? Sometimes, I get away from myself at parties, darling. Tell Veronica I … Continue reading Spot The Heineken: Glam Rock Edition