Poor old "Whittering" Huston has whittered off this mortal coil I am distressed to discover today. The BBC have just reported that her body has been removed from the Beverley Hills hotel where she died to the morgue. That's probably best, if she should have stayed, she would only be in the way. How prophetic does that now look? Pooh count: three, one of which will be polished with due reverence and placed on a little polished mahogany plinth and posted off first thing in the morning. I, for one, will always love her. Unless that single now gets back in the charts, in which case I may suffer a sudden change of heart. Heaven must be a pretty crowded place I reckon, with all the pets that have bitten the dust round here, Steve Jobs, Jimmy Saville and now Whittering littering the place up. They'll be hanging up the "full" sign before long. Don't worry Richard Branston though, you're booked in elsewhere.
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