Cliff Richard hates the mental. It’s official. He thinks that they should all be locked up in an asylum and gradually killed. Maybe once an afternoon. While they’re enjoying Cash In The Celebrity Bric-a-Brac Stand probably.
Catch them off guard while they’re trying to figure out who the bell ringing killer is on Midsomer Murder. Imagine how mental David Dickinson looks while you’re under the influence of some “humane” poison.
If he had the chance, Cliff would happily pop a mentalist’s clogs for them as well.


Remember when the Christmas number one used to be sacred? So do we.
