Every time I hear the words ‘Queen’ or ‘Freddie Mercury’ (pretty often, now that that mad singing contest show just ended) I think of cassettes left inside a certain Bentley for over a fortnight. There must be something wrong with me.
Every time I hear the words ‘Queen’ or ‘Freddie Mercury’ (pretty often, now that that mad singing contest show just ended) I think of cassettes left inside a certain Bentley for over a fortnight. There must be something wrong with me.