IN the 1980s, fans could get close to the stars on telephone chatlines. The messages were pre-recorded. But the billing was live.
The New Kid On The Block had a message for you:
MC Hammer had the best ‘bins’ in pop:
This is how Coco Austin (photos) first got in touch with Ice-T:
Paula Abdul had news you can use. I’d ask my parents permission, as the ad advises, but I’m a 73-year-old lifer with a calling card:
Warrant are most likely still there on the other end of the phone:
Call Little Monsters. But don’t call me Mo:
Debbie Gibson needs your tea-cups:
Imagine what the phone-melting rock would do to your ears?
Calling this number now gets you through to the Scientology centre. You will not be able to hang up. Be warned:
Talk to a Star Wars robot:
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