Puckered song-and-dance man Webber one-two-kick-turned his way to the Grail’s resting place only to be hoodwinked by the least realistic-looking grail in the house. As a result, his eyes are now shrouded in ghostly ectoplasm and his face is sliding off like wet paper.
Thanks to Helen Sonner.
Lloyd Webber: He got beat today, but that didn't mean he had to like it.
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