Flexipop July 1981
To Phil Oakey, singer with the Human League and noted weirdo it was another day, another interview. But to journalist Anne Wichart it was more than that – much more than just another workday chore. No, for Annie it was a…
Labour of love
ANNE WICHART licked the tip of her pencil thoughtfully. Her larger than life eyes flashed under the shade of her long lashes. Her mind was racing and there was a faint flush in her English rose cheeks.
word kept recurring in her mind. Nipples.
seemed nice. Normal, almost. Apart from the make-up. And the nip… no.
Mustn’t mention them.
not a girl chaser” he said, brushing back his glossy mane.
felt a lump in her throat. She struggled for breath. Couldn’t frame the
“I have to keep phoning her to check if the divorce has come through. Funnily enough we get on much better now than when we were together.”
A wave of sympathy came over her. A man needed a woman. But with a broken marriage behind him… could he ever feel the same way for… someone else.
“My home is a rubbish dump, and I have the only cooker I’ve ever seen which has green mould and mushrooms. It’s only six quid a week, which is all I can afford at the moment.”
dark eyes clouded for a moment, then cleared.
“money is like food, just necessary to the function of living but what wealth and fame does is enhance your erotic appeal. If you are rich and famous you are more likely to get the… girl of your dreams.”
Anne blushed violently and burbled out the next question. Before she knew what she was saying it came out. She could have kicked herself.
why did you have your nipples pierced?”
Once again, Anne found herself hurriedly changing the subject. She sought refuge in his past. The plastic surgery. Yes, I used to work in a plastic surgery. I had to wheel the bodies in and hold them down ‘cos they sometimes jumped about a bit.”
“As soon as I get some money, I’m going to have plastic surgery myself. It can buy you sex appeal. I’m afraid I just can’t… tell you which bit I want to have changed”.
Suddenly Anne understood. The make-up, the effeminate haircut, the jewellery. Tears welling up in her eyes she rushed out the door and slammed it behind her. She knew it was all over between them. Before it even began.
WILL ANNE CHANGE HER MIND? WILL PHIL TAKE THE PLUNGE? WILL THIS SILLY FEATURE EVER END? FIND OUT IN NEXT MONTHS NIPPLEPOP… SORRY, FLLEXIPOP.