Singing Telegrams for the Sunday Expr

These people all arrived at my studio every evening (the only time either of us could do it as they obviously operated in a twilight existance, and I had a more serious job on during the day). I never knew who the hell was going to turn up, or as who! The magazine just published a small selection of these nutters that arrived nightly in a variety of spurious guises, most more suited to stag and hen nights or outragous parties, than a family mag like the Sunday Excess...

Oh, and the Tarzan at top left was Julian Clary!