RE: Rupe Murd and Jerry Hall announce engagement‏

Title sent it to my Junk Filter. Don't worry, pulled you out and dusted you off.

Saw a pic little while back of Rupe and Jerry, some smoke they said. Poor fella must be getting nervous about the dark. After all the bright lights on planet earth, the dust of course a bit of a pisser. Any word you heard of cryonics, with his pal Ronnie and the others? (Latter of course banking on pristine restoration, pink of health and youth—you can forget the veg. days.) Whispers here that the cremation story of the great Helmsman Lee was just a blind, he went into deep freeze down in a vault in the Rockies somewhere, all hush-hush, organized by Henry Kiss. H. more than happy to help a good friend of America, and of course they had a great personal relationship too, Kiss. a regular visitor to these shores, the pair on the chesterfields under the aircon sharing the realpolitik. HK told the old Harvard story at a televised wake segment: Harry Lee's early visit to the States, Vietnam War, VCs copping a pounding, bombs galore. Young Harry wants to hear ed opinion on the matter at cedar-panelled Harvard, cigars, whisky, trees blossoming through the windows. After listening quietly to the various profs and specialists, straight-shooting Harry L finally erupts, the great SE Asian Tiger-Helmsman: You all make me sick! Jaw-socking punch putting their lights out, hero H Lee. All the second thoughts about imperialism, the napalm, agent orange malarkey put to bed in a flash. Realpolitik. Kiss loved him from that day forward, special, unbreakable bond forged. Was still a bit worried about being kicked up the kyber by the local Commies here, dominoes; &etc. Anyway, Rupe Murd. Bowie goin wouldn't have helped any. Didn't find any mention where he had the Spanish dancer. Eighteen months courageous battle sounds like brain or liver maybe, with Class A docs, last album the lucid snatches. Wonder whether Jerry's got anything to worry about fr Wendy's corner. If I was her adviser I'd suggest puttin a lid on the crowing. Could the old buzzard throw another spanner in the dynastic works with an addition to the roll-call deep in his dotage? Tipped over eighty, isn't he? Did he freeze some o' the juice? Where's the knot gunna be tied? I told you where he christened his girl to Wendy, didn't I? Huge to-do with Anglican-turned-Mick Tone standing as godfather. And...Who do you reckon was godmother? Clues: Oz blonde, actress, historical dramas, mostly, I think, and doesn't take her clothes off. Read the finale to my BERKELEY IN THE SIXTIES, that'll fill ya in. (Still hopin some brave editor will bite that bullet.) He'll be backing Trump, who else? And doubt he'd like Mal down in the land of Oz, that wetness not to his taste at all. Security would have to be supreme for the event of course, Murd wouldn't have too many friends among the beards. Not wishing evil on anyone. Leave that to god, like the Musies in these parts say.
Cheers
P