I WILL, I WILL, I WILL.
Lord and Lady Mr Sir Elton John with his husband, Mrs David Furnish, an independent film producer of Elton John films.
No, really, David has her own money, insists Sir Elton, I know, because I give it to him. But Gosh if I have to pay more in taxes that means less money for David and less money for my drugs, I mean flowers and clothes and cars. I haven't spent my entire life off my head banging shit out of the piano with the same two songs over and fucking over again just to have to pay taxes, I mean, I'm a socialist and everything but I draw the line at paying taxes.
I can go and live in Monaco with all the other great patriots who draw the line at paying taxes, like that divine black boy, wotsisname, Lewis Hamilton, put a candle up his inlet manifold, I can tell you.
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Mr. Dwight a while ago in one year spent 60 grand on flowers. So we now have a queen who spends more down at the florists than the real queen. Liz you had better learn how to play the piano.
Oh good. Perhaps the rest of us on our minimum wage temp jobs can take the tax strain from the wallets of these poor darlings.
They wish to go into tax exile, fine. Leave their ' honours ' at the check out desk, wait not upon the order of their going and insult us no more.
Lady Elton looks a bit like Olly Reed there.
Hold the front page. Mr Henry Leneonard and his talentless vicar of shitly wife are splitting up. To all you atheists think again they didn't breed.
Thanks, mr anonymous, we must all remember them in our prayers, Dawn an Lenny, bless.
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