Cliff Hanging

‘TAKING a leaf out of Nell McAndrew and Dale Winton’s book of marital love, Cilla Black can be seen in the Mail converting a man of her own.

‘Cilla doesn’t live here anymore…’

There in broad daylight, seated in the Wimbledon royal box, is our Cilla rubbing up close with Sir Cliff Richard. Can love be in the air?

If making each other laugh is a prerequisite for a happy romance, then Cilla and Cliff are enraptured with each other. Indeed, if laughter is an aphrodisiac, it’s no wonder we love Cliff like we do.

Looking at the Mail’s picture of Cliff, you just find the corners of your mouth turning up and laughter gurgling in your throat.

How does he do it? Well, let’s start by taking a look at the jacket he’s wearing.

It’s a ‘black-and white diamond-pattern jacket’ of the type favoured by a lonely middle-aged Nigerian mini cab driver on a big night out in Hull. Accompanying this horror is a blue and white spotted tie.

Cliff looks like a colour-blind matador. Or should that be the bull, judging by the way he’s chasing Cilla…

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Posted: 2nd, July 2003 | In: Tabloids Comment | TrackBack | Permalink