Anorak | Seeing The Light

Seeing The Light

by | 6th, October 2006

BARELY a week into his world tour, and George Michael had made it about a mile from his Highgate home.

“GEORGE IN 999 DOPE DASH,” announced the front page of Monday’s Sun. “Singer slumped at wheel again.”

We joined George at the junction of Cricklewood Lane and Hendon Way, North London, a busy thoroughfare.

At his current rate of progress, George is thought to be on schedule to arrive in Wembley, North London, in time for his November show. Good luck with that, George.

But on Monday he wasn’t going anywhere. George was sat at the traffic lights. Look at them. There’s a green one. Then an orange one. Now a red one. Then orange. Green. Red. Orange. Green. And so on. It was just so awesome.

Even more so when the blue flashing lights arrived and George was hauled off to the local police station.

But on Tuesday, George told us that it had all bean a colossal misunderstanding.

“There was spliff in car but I don’t have drug problem ,” said George Michael on the Sun’s cover.

And we hang our heads low. Poor George. Has it come to this? Once he was a top lyricist, rhyming “Wham!” with “Bam!” George is now too tired and emotional to use anything but the bare minimum to communicate.

The very real fear is that George is but a toke on a Thai stick away from speaking in a series of grunts, his work reduced to one long Gregorian Chant.

While we and the police asked questions, Wednesday brought stunning news: Prince William had gone to Mecca .

No, silly. He might be his Koran-reading father’s son, but William is not one to make a pilgrimage to Islam’s holiest city.

The news was that William had gone to the Mecca entertainment complex in Reading, Berkshire to play bingo.

“If he had won we were wondering if he would have shouted ‘palace’ instead of ‘house’,” said a “regular” in the Sun. Indeed. And perhaps William sees the numbers in terms of succession to the throne Charles after his mum, No. 1; Princess Anne on a racing line, No. 9; and so on.

It was all jolly good fun. But Wills seemed unsure. Know that he joined the club using the moniker “William Harry”.

This fraud was topped off by Wills sporting a baseball cap, in the manner of young Prince Harry Baseball Cap, well known gadabout and goodtime guy.

Perhaps this was just the tip of Wills’ cunning plan? Were he to have scooped the £20 jackpot, the prince may have squandered the booty on

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