To honour Giscard O’Hitler’s recent, much deserved knighthood, we’ve recorded a very special song. Listen to it by clicking on the link below…
Or download from here.
You’ll surely also want a proper copy of the record sleeve to make your iTunes look all nice, so here it is…
Wrestling’s Golden Age – Grapples, Grunts and GranniesMick McManus died this week, alas, and remember him this way with another outing for this absolutely brilliant documentary from just before Christmas about British wrestling at its earthiest. There are some hilarious bits in it, like Johnny Kincaid being told he had to pretend he was from Barbados even though he’d never been there, Klondike Kate reminiscing about the fishwives throwing foot-and-mouth-disease injections at her, an interviewee saying “excuse my language” after he’d said the obscene word “bum” and the fantastically good value Max “brother of Shirley” Crabtree, the big kahuna in the “sport” in its imperial phase, explaining how they came up with the concept of Big Daddy after Shirley complained to him that “me whole career’s gone to cock!”. Great stuff.
A knighthodd for Stilgoe?
Oh, dear God, no.
When will his smug, unfunny wretchedness finally dry up and blow away?
Why do I detect that you are not his greatest fan, then?
Actually the attaching of the word ‘sir’ at the start of his name is more about the millions he has raised and donated to charity, rather than making some words fit to the tune he tapped out at the piano.