(Or, as we North Americans like to say, “Saran Wrap”.)
You have to like a site that starts with this line:
about Roy Orbison being wrapped up in cling-film
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Somehow "Hallo und Willkommen auf meiner Heimatseite. Mein Name ist James Hairbrush und ich mag es Geschichten ueber Roy Orbison und Frischhaltefolie zu schreiben" doesn't sound as appealing.
Strange that.
The thing about fetishes that can be so very interesting is just how specific they have to be to do the job. I bet it wouldn't be the same, even using a different brand of cling film. And there are no substitutions either. Neither Jerry Lee Lewis nor Johnny Cash would cut the mustard. Not even Elvis. Not even a really keen accordionist.
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Or as some blog-met friends of mine would say: Proof there's a fandom for everyone.
Erica