A poem by Bebop McCluskey, aged 27.42

Richard Quest, my favourite anchor
Turned out to be a bit of a wanker
But I forgive you, it’s not nice
To be victimized ‘cos you liked your ice.

You had a rope tied round your cock
And round your neck, but what bad luck
To be caught in a park when it was closed
Bet you wish you’d stayed at home.

Richard Quest, you made my day
So much better, in your own gay way
You were flamboyant, but never too cool
Like the geek in the corner when I was at school.

Richard Quest, can you lend me some money?
I want to go whoring and need some drugs.

So there we go! That’s all from Bebop McCluskey this week!

Just remember, in the words of Richard Quest himself “let’s face it a visit to NY is always electric. I can hear the NY Tourism people almost clapping with joy.”