But then what happened?

THIS HAPPENED.
You traded your Dr Martens for sensible shoes. You judged NZ Idol, hosted Ten Years Younger, and now you're peddling toilet paper and virtuous domesticity.
The chick I always wished was my big sister, who inspired my rebellion and fuelled my teenage angst has become such a disappointment.
It's so sad what tv can do to someone who was such a radio star. But Fiona, why you? Stevie Nicks isn't selling sugar-free muesli bars, Debbie Harry isn't dressing in cardigans and selling Metamucil.
All I have of you now, Fiona, is the memory of how cool you were.
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