Closing Ceremony... Worst music ever...

[SuperBeaver]

Madness... Shite
Blur... Shite
Pet Shop Boys... Shite
One Direction... Shite
Ray Davies... Old shite



What more is in store for us?

 

[Holme]

Madness... Shite
Blur... Shite
Pet Shop Boys... Shite
One Direction... Shite
Ray Davies... Old shite



What more is in store for us?

Spice Girls!

 

[SuperBeaver]

Spice Girls!

Man, Sporty is lookin pretty foxy at the mo.

 

[Holme]

Man, Sporty is lookin pretty foxy at the mo.

I used to like Posh till she staved herself to a size 0!

 

[SuperBeaver]

I used to like Posh till she staved herself to a size 0!

Yea that video where she's wearing the black catsuit in the desert. Babe.

 

[SuperBeaver]

Oh fuck. Here's Elbow. Pass me the razor blade...

 

[Holme]

 

[80s dude]

Which one was the blonde in the pigtails? I wanted to hit that five ways to Sunday back in the day!

 

[SuperBeaver]

Which one was the blonde in the pigtails? I wanted to hit that five ways to Sunday back in the day!

Emma Bunting. Aka baby.

You are a dirty boy!

 

[80s dude]

Wishin' I were a lolly!

 

[Bubba po]

What we need now is some turgid poodle-perm rawk.

 

[SuperBeaver]

What we need now is some turgid poodle-perm rawk.

Don't worry Brian May is coming

 

[Redders]

Any chance of some Sabbath?

 

[Bubba po]

Any chance of some Sabbath?

I hear their tribute band Slack Babbath are deputising.

 

[SuperBeaver]

George Michael is playing. He rocks.

 

[Holme]

I just had to double take,for a minute there I thought those imagine T-Shirts said VAGINA!





Hey up George is here,time for some 'Rock'n'Cock'

 

[Feeling Supersonic]

Wishin' I were a lolly!

when you me you, you mean your willy...

 

[Feeling Supersonic]

I'm not watching it anymore - I watched Ray Davis sing waterloo sunset. So after 4 minutes or so.. I turned it off.

I just can't watch that stuff - it's not that I think it's totally shit, it's just not my cup of tea

 

[SuperBeaver]

George is looking really gay at the moment...

 

[Bubba po]

George Michael is playing. He rocks.

He should be singing on the roof of a mock-up of a run-down Gentlemen's public lavatory, which is covered in enlarged newsprint.