With hindsight you were never going to get this one...
Shame, a waste of a damn good religious figurine.
TOM CRUISE, freaky space-man, sofa jumper and all-round scary piece of plastic. Yeah, I spelt his name wrong.
Also, one of last week's 48 debutantes, young TOM SCULLY. The future. The shining light in a deep, dark pit of dark deepness.
And CRUIZE GARLETT. Probably known as The Missile down at the Roos. Or maybe not.
Only one response last week, and I don't blame you. Harv bravely went where no-one else bothered, coming up with a bunch of Whites. Jeff, Daryl and Jesus from JC Superstar, Trevor (or Patrick if you prefer).
LATE MAIL: Both Nick and Phil VB have abused me this morn for putting the answers up as they were about to respond. They both claim they picked Tom Cruise, but then missed the others, both going for Buddy Franklin, and split between Peter Knights and Malcolm Blight... I tend to believe they picked Tom, mainly because they spend their whole working week, and all their agency's resources trying to nut these things out.
I'll try to make them worth having a go at from here on in. Oh, but a warning don't count on too many links (names etc) between the heads, I'm already fast running out of clever options.
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