This week was bad. Horrible news, shit weather, and a bad reaction to my medication, meaning I couldn’t cover a dance show which looked beautiful.
But then I remembered an image. One to gladden the heart more than kittens, hot buttered toast and hot chocolate, and the music of Alien Sex Fiend. An icon, quick of wit, natty of dress, and much beloved all over the UK.
He’s a national treasure, and so, by extension, are his songs and wigs. Bob Mortimer and his Wotsit wig makes me feel that life isn’t so bad after all. Aww, Bob, Thank you.
