Simon Bates 'Our Tune'.

[dronefromsector7g]

Are you still shitting bovril, drone?

All dried up, like the Queen's fanny.

Then stop listening to Our Tune from 1991 and fucking well get back to work

oh, and watch you don't get dehydrated :)

Mrs d just bought some rehydration salts. I get bored of salty fluids though :-)

 

[Chris in London]

All dried up, like the Queen's fanny.

Then stop listening to Our Tune from 1991 and fucking well get back to work

oh, and watch you don't get dehydrated :)

Mrs d just bought some rehydration salts. I get bored of salty fluids though :-)

come again?

 

[dronefromsector7g]

Then stop listening to Our Tune from 1991 and fucking well get back to work

oh, and watch you don't get dehydrated :)

Mrs d just bought some rehydration salts. I get bored of salty fluids though :-)

come again?

Please no!

 

[malg]

It was one of those things that was that bad you had to listen to it. I'm sure some middle aged women believed the shite, but the rest of us were probably sure that it was a fucking set up - no one could have as much bad luck as some of the poor fuckers on that show.

 

[Tuearts right boot]

Good god not another one. He'll get off with a warning, mark my words.

Oh give over and stop being offended-by-proxy, you humourless beige bore.
If it offends you that much then report me.
Or just haul your sorry ass onto the £50 thread where you can be amongst like-minded folk.

I think he might have been making a joke himself about BBC radio station presenter being a nonce.

Or not

Am I bring fuckin clarkied here?

More to the point, am I being Clarkied

 

[StrangewaysHereWeCome]

Oh give over and stop being offended-by-proxy, you humourless beige bore.
If it offends you that much then report me.
Or just haul your sorry ass onto the £50 thread where you can be amongst like-minded folk.

I think he might have been making a joke himself about BBC radio station presenter being a nonce.

Or not

Am I bring fuckin clarkied here?

Or I am.
Hard to care really.
Is Bates currently being Yew Tree'd?

Not that I'm aware of but I reckon he's as guilty as sin.

Just look at him ffs

Proper wrong'un

 

[Chris in London]

I think he might have been making a joke himself about BBC radio station presenter being a nonce.

Or not

Am I bring fuckin clarkied here?

Or I am.
Hard to care really.
Is Bates currently being Yew Tree'd?

Not that I'm aware of but I reckon he's as guilty as sin.

Just look at him ffs

Proper wrong'un

That, Ducado tells me, was the height of fashion back in '82

 

[Tuearts right boot]

Or I am.
Hard to care really.
Is Bates currently being Yew Tree'd?

Not that I'm aware of but I reckon he's as guilty as sin.

Just look at him ffs

Proper wrong'un

That, Ducado tells me, was the height of fashion back in '82

Still is round here.

 

[The Silver Surfer]

I remember one, lad and girl of 14 fell in love, she got preggers, her family moved out of the area because of the shame, he never forgot his first love blah blah fast forward some years later he meets this fit piece at a club (you know whats going to happen already) they shag and despite the age difference fall in love, she takes him home to meet her mam.. and lo and behold its his old flame and he's been porking his daughter. He falls for his teenage lover again, loads of heartache entails and it ends where everyone trying to come to terms with everything.

Bollocks if you ask me its like one of those urban legends or Mr Bates was reading one of his fantasies out aloud.

 

[waterloo blue]

I remember one, lad and girl of 14 fell in love, she got preggers, her family moved out of the area because of the shame, he never forgot his first love blah blah fast forward some years later he meets this fit piece at a club (you know whats going to happen already) they shag and despite the age difference fall in love, she takes him home to meet her mam.. and lo and behold its his old flame and he's been porking his daughter. He falls for his teenage lover again, loads of heartache entails and it ends where everyone trying to come to terms with everything.

Bollocks if you ask me its like one of those urban legends or Mr Bates was reading one of his fantasies out aloud.

If they had moved to Mossley, no one would have batted an eyelid.