Equally as hideous is the story I've been spun about the mysterious curse heaped on the Gaye Bykers throughout their video shoot. It seems that things first started going awry with their producers. They've managed to get through three of them... The first one got his ear drums punctured (presumably when Mary opened his gob and sang) while the second one went down with a strange, unidentifiable virus, which also afflicted their manager Tracey. And the third one not only has his Porsche stolen (serves him right for having one, I say) but also got his foot broken when a piece of the set fell on it.

Then their manager's car got broken into, two cars got wrecked which weren't supposed to, while a bus they'd hired to turn over on its side flatly refused to. Finally, 3,000 pounds was wasted in production time when the whole company was forced to wait over 12 hours for the delivery of a special mutoid car. The company who were shipping it to the scene of the crime got nicked on the way. We are told, however, that this fabled vid should be out in time for Christmas, but after hearing about the disasters it took to make the damned thing, I wouldn't be at all surprised if it spontaneously combusts once you put it in your video machine!

Nancy Culp

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