Gary Glitter

WEDGING HIMSELF with effort into a most negligible pair of silver spangled trouserlettes, Gary Glitter is struck by the possibilities of a mirth-making ruse. He thrusts his hand down trouser fronts, revealing a tufty expanse of pubic hair, and waggles obscenely therein. "Aw haw!" he cackles, leering at the Q photographer. "That made yer blush!" He seems most impressed with this primitive laddishness.