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Cliff Richard

Tom Hibbert, Q, November 1987

CLIFF IS PERPLEXED. He is attempting to curl his upper lip into a smouldering sneer but the flesh is not willing. "I can't do it." With an index finger he pushes the reluctant lip upward. It falls instantly back into place. "But I used to be able to tremble that lip..."

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