They also said "Don't blame it on that there weatherbloke"
However, when searching The Interweb for Rachel & Nicki's pop classic (I wish he was like) Michael Fish, you can certainly blame the deviser of keyboard layouts.
For the 'S' and 'D' are some what close, and a search for "Michael Fish Song" could succumb to inappropriate web searches for meteorological presenters phallus's.
Still, could be worse - the weather chap could have been jumper-fetishist Fred Talbot, and no-one wants their pop tracks despoiled by alleged pædo penii on their iTunes!
Especially if it's Penfold lookalike Ian McCaskill's King Dong!
Even worse, The Interweb can then think your lust for weathermans wangers leads to a desire for one of them mash-up thingies - where they sample a suspected salacious celebrity for our amusement, such as that Jimmeh Saveloy and that Jingle Jangle Jewellery track.
Imagine a beat... then in comes something in that dark.. Is that a pistol in your pocket... and a sly "can you tell what it is yet" followed by loads of really breathy uh, uh huh, a-hnng, a huh, uh, ahoo-a, ahum, hah with the occasional "Blow my didgerydoo" all culminating with a Saville sex-scream orgasm cry of "uh-huhr-uh-huhr-uh-huhr! How's about that then!"
That'll learn me for not searching for rival tracks by A Tribe Of Toffos which, by the way, no man would chew, even when he gotta chew. Or something.
How come there's no odes to Weathergirls? Well, I suppose Black Pudding Bertha just about covers the big fat black mommas with their gospel classic "It's raining flasher's in flashermacs" in which they go out, and let their flange get, absolutely soakin' weyyyyyyyt. or something.
But what about Sian Lloyd? Carol Kirkwood? Laura Tobin? Lara Lewington? How come there's no songs about them?
♪ Them Weathergirls on TV arouse
Becky Mantin's see-thru blouse
Lucy Verasamy's tits
Ulrika's cold & pokey nips
Upskirts 'twixt the golden thighs
and shaven haven of Jo Blythe ♫
Becky Mantin's see-thru blouse
Lucy Verasamy's tits
Ulrika's cold & pokey nips
Upskirts 'twixt the golden thighs
and shaven haven of Jo Blythe ♫
Something like that - think I got a top ten hit on me hands there!
