George Michael's waking up in a prison cell today. Probably sitting there signing autographs.Chances are he's in for a cushy number because he'll only do four weeks of the eight week stint he got for crashing his car while stoned on cannabis. Didn't stop the fans weeping outside the court.
Wonder if he is crying now? I met him as a young guy on the edge of the big-time. He was sitting in his white, fluffy dressing gown - really ! - in his mum's house in Bushey, Hertfordshire. Didn't speak a word. Not because he was having some sort of hissy fit but because he had a sore throat and was supposed to rest it, so he had to write his answers down. Slowed the flow a bit.
George was one of the prettiest boys I'd clapped eyes on , but I reckon his interests lay elsewhere. Certainly had talent, but the next time I saw him he in the bar at a Rolling Stones gig, all on his lonesome nursing a pint. Hardly looked the superstar.
Maybe prison will sort his demons. Help him see his way forward because there can't be much further to fall.
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