DifferentClass
Shirtshaggers United
Fuck me.
Giving or recieving?
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Fuck me.
Your recommendations on pork pies was somewhat better. Tbh IJ that is SH!TE. In fact that's doing sh!te a disservice, if whatever shite thinks is really sh!te it's shItier than that and some. Are you trying to scare him away before January?Prior to it's submission for an Ivor Novello award , I thought I would share with you the song I've composed for our new player , which is as follows :-
" Oliver Norwood
Robin of Sherwood
Adrian Littlejohn * too ,
Put ' em together and what do you get ?
Bibbety Bobbiity Boo .
( * Littlejohn , geddit ? )
The musical cognoscenti among you will immediately recognise the influence of the great man himself ,with a dash of Gilbert and Sullivan thrown in for good measure .
I have every expectation that my submission will receive a favourable response .
I can only make out two words.
Your recommendations on pork pies was somewhat better. Tbh IJ that is SH!TE. In fact that's doing sh!te a disservice, if whatever shite thinks is really sh!te it's shItier than that and some. Are you trying to scare him away before January?
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So what you're trying to tell me , in a roundabout way , is you think it won't do too well at the Novellos?
Do you think I should start working on another one .........?![]()
The writers of "Sonny Boy" wrote it after an argument with Al Jolson who had fired them again. They knocked it off quite quickly using tear jerking cliches and saccharin sweet lines, to get back at him. Jolson made the song a number one hit. So it just goes to show that songs initially deemed a joke can become popular.
In answer to your question though Joe, no, please don't.......
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All I will say is that Sharrow Snuff Mill appears to have bad memories.![]()
I will have if I let that get into my head.A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
Strung out on lasers and slash-back blazers
Ate all your razors while pulling the waiters
Talking 'bout Monroe and walking on Snow White
New York's a go-go, and everything tastes right
Oliver Norwood, ooh-ooh
I think this is a cry for help.Oliver, Oliver
Never before has a boy wanted more
Oliver, Oliver
Won't ask for more when he knows what's in store
There's a dark, thin winding stairway without any banister
Which we'll throw him down
And feed him the cockroaches served in a canister
Oliver, Oliver
What will he do when he's turned black and blue
He will rue the day somebody named him Ol-i-ver
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