The worlds of entertainment and politics appear to have combined this morning with the speculation that pop superstar Miley Cyrus is expected to sue professional mop head Boris Johnson over his unauthorised cover of her song “Wrecking Ball”.
Rumours state categorically that Ms Cyrus was livid on Friday when she heard Mr Johnson’s cover on BBC Radio One while in London to visit an ironmonger who has been contracted to make her a new pair of underpants for her upcoming tour of the UK and Europe, mostly.
A spokesman for Mr Johnson refuted the suggestion he did not seek permission before covering the song, which was released on a special cassette tape gaffer taped to the front of Friday’s edition of the The Telegraph.
“An up and coming young star like Ms Cyrus should be flattered to have her profile raised internationally by the Foreign Secretary of the United Kingdom, the greatest and oldest monarchy on Earth, covering one of her tracks?” The spokesman stated. “He will not be apologising and he will not be paying her any monies in sterling. Although he may consider generously donating any profits from the sale of the track to his friends, if there is a tax kick back possible. Do you know if there is?”
But Ms Cyrus wasn’t the only person reportedly incensed by the release of Bojo “Wrecking Ball”.
Prime Minister Theresa May is said to have heard the song while riding down the private lift that takes her to her safe room underneath her office in Downing Street whenever she feels nervous.
“This is just cruel.” A jester working for Ms May stated. “The room underneath Downing Street is the only place Ms May currently feels safe at all. To hear ‘Wrecking Ball’ coming through the sound system just as she was going down was most unkind. She spent the next half an hour vomiting into a bucket to get rid of her nerves.”
It’s possible however that the situation maybe resolved without litigation. Mr Johnson is said to be pondering asking Ms Cyrus if she will duet on stage with him at the Conservative Party concert this coming October.
Imagining the pair of them swinging freely in their pants on large balls across a stage before an audience jammed full of people in their seventies should be enough to put a smile on anyone’s face.
