Once again, Mrs T shows that she never misses a trick when it comes to topicality.
Dear Mr Priestley, she writes, I am so glad to be part of your fiftieth anniversary, although to tell you the truth, I thought you were older than that. I was never much for rocky roll, being brought up on the Gay Gordons and the Valeta, but I remember how excited everyone was when you won the Eurovision Song Contest with Volare, or was it Rocket Round the Cock? My memory isn't what it was, but I guess neither is yours.
I saw an interview on TV with your daughter this morning. My goodness, how she resembles you! Apart from that, she seemed quite nice, in an incoherent kind of way. It's none of my business, but you being so popular, have you thought about running for the US Presidency? I mean, you have all the necessary qualities: handsome, groin-oriented, televisual and braindead.
If you are ever in North Wales, do pop in and I will let you finger my harmonium.
Blodwen Trellis, Mrs, Widow, Retired.