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| | The Mick Sinclair Archive: Honor Blackman |
 | | An attempted spin-off, a cash-in atrocity if ever there was one, but somehow the blind (or rather deaf) faith displayed by the pair in the fetchingly awful nature of the offering enables a transcending of the taste barrier and the striking of a nerve, not to mention funny bone, in all who hear it. |
 | | Radio DJ Kenny Everett gave the thing a dusting off in his World's Worst Record show (Honor: Best place for it) gallery of grotesques a few years ago and now, anxious to adjust their reputation from Wimp to High Kicking, Cherry Red have repackaged the whole thing. |
 | | The setting is a record plugger's less than modest dwelling in a leafy Ealing crescent and Ms Blackman, despite her 58 years (apparently) is still able to induce, to use a cricketing term, a tickle down the leg side in the average male. |
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