And now he’s confirmed it by agreeing to jig about at Trump’s inauguration ball. Michael must have been way down the list to only have got the call this week. I’d say below Rod, Jane, and Freddy but ahead of Bosco.
The only way I could be persuaded to jig about for that man if I’d just trampled in dog shit and I was able to jig about on his fluffy hair.
Well, may the campy power of his humble Eurovision origins smite Michael down. May his shoes blister and the arse of his pants rip when he's doing a particularly high kick to a fiddle-de-di moment.
I bet Jean Butler always thought he was a complete arsehole.