Sad news: Cliff Richard Sudenly announced his divorced due to.
Yes, he replies, his eyes glimmering. There was a wedding, sort of. Trust me. Early 1960s would have been the year. I seem to recall that we were in Africa, and a major fan of Shadows, a Zulu chief, invited us to his village. To be honest, it seemed a little strange. Shadows classics were blasting from this antique gramophone that he had on.
It was quite the party, anyway. He was especially fond of Cliff, to the point where he gave him one of his seven wives as a gift. The only issue was that he was forced to wed this impoverished girl right then and there. During the event, I recall seeing the two of them jump over a fire.
Who knows, though, maybe their tradition made it legally obligatory. Perhaps they are still wed!
What a charming, if naughty, notion that a Lady Richard is waiting to take her proper position in the African jungle somewhere.
But even as he rambles through some similarly fascinating anecdotes about the years he tried—and generally failed, obviously—to mislead Cliff, Jet delivers the narrative with real compassion.
