Madge, Madge, Madge love. You have, in the past declared that you don't give an effity-eff what people think about you and your appearance, that you're an effing strong woman who does as she pleases and detractors can eff off. Yada yada, wibble-wobble. However, you seem to spend much of your life seeking attention. The music has dried up somewhat but you've still got your modified face, tits and arse to put on display. Anyone ever tell you less is more? Better to be remembered for who you were are your peak (and, let's face it, the moment is gone). Go off and write books and maybe mentor the up-and-coming performers who need a hand rather than these rather tragic displays of, well...meh (nanna porn?). As an older woman (well, 52), I'm all for us senior women having a good time and not giving a duck but she's starting to come across as a bit of a 'rinse and repeat' bore rather than the icon I remember. Never cared much for her persona but did like her music.
was for the recap, but I also wanted to put a 
for “juice on Jason Orange”!
