Singing Telegrams for the Sunday Express
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!