A-chooz life!

This was the scene out of my agent, Bernie Shimshelwitz’s, window when he was in rehab a few years ago. He represented Hear’Say for a while and keeping up with their cracked-up, whacked-out lifestyle took its toll on him, so Mrs S booked him a room at the Priory. Admittedly that’s one hell of a view, but poor old Bernie developed hayfever on a biblical scale and discovered he was allergic to horses to boot. Whenever I see him now he’s 8 miles high on Clarityn or swigging Piriton straight from the bottle. His dealer (Boots the Chemist) calls him the Antihista Mean Machine.