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Popbitching. I'm not an avowed fan of celebrity gossip but, every so often, something so appalling, so unnatural, so... Hollywood. Like Michael Douglas supposedly doing an impersonation of Richard Burton to spice-up his sex life with his Welsh wife. Ewwww. Like it wasn't bad enough she hooks up with a sunken-faced sex addict, now she's into necrophilia by proxy? And yet, even that's not as bad as this advert. Surely to god the guy who came up with that must have been about to quit the ad agency and figured this way would be far more satisfying than rifling through the stationery cupboard? I'm not even going to mention John Travolta's wig... Dave xx
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