OK, so all you remember is teeth, teeth, more teeth and "The Donny and Marie Show"
Now strangely enough I met Donny last year. I tried to be cool when everyone else rushed to him and I managed it until I remembered that I had once had his posters all over my bedroom. Then I casually, but assertively, PUSHED my way to the front of the crowd and got his autograph. When I got to work the next day, I told two people (I have no shame, believe me) and they were almost more excited than I was. I think it's "women of a certain age". Wait, no, I'm wrong, I had men coming up to me asking if it was true that I'd met Donny (my Donny).
My favourite picture from my joyful encounter:
Donny looking pleased to see me
© Caroline Walker
No, it's not odd at all. I now have friends ringing me up at all sorts of strange hours telling when he's on the telly. Now, that's friendship!
Lowdown on Donald Clark Osmond:
OK that's enough of that.
Donny, we need to tell you this:



My, my hasn't he changed?
Yes, it's purple because that was his favourite colour - don't tell me I'm sad, I already know!