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Somebody asked to see Borg and McEnroe in poultry poses again – happy to oblige!

YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!

Somebody asked to see the Pope with a pork pie on his head image again – happy to oblige!

Pope Pius 23rd
 

Somebody asked to see the ginger Sphinx image again – happy to oblige!

Wonder what it makes of it all?

Somebody asked to see the ginger Al Jolson image again – as always happy to oblige!

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Somebody asked to see the cute Polar Bear image again – as always happy to oblige!

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Somebody asked to see the Shane McGowan dancing in Riverdance image again – as always happy to oblige!

Somebody asked to see the Saturday Night Fever Disco Chicken again – as always happy to oblige!

Somebody asked to see Ali with a chicken on his head again – as always happy to oblige!

He Was Forty Years Ahead Of His Time

Somebody has asked to see Nelson Mandela with a walnut whip on his head again – as always happy to oblige!

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has asked to see the David Niven With A Wagon Wheel On His Head Image again – as always happy to oblige!

A Sad End To A Great Career

Last week somebody asked to see Picasso smoking his fishfingers……What a strange world we live in.

By The End He Was On 20 A Day
 

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Following the great interest shown in the recent article surrounding the boxing matches of the early 1970’s, between Ali, Foreman and Frazier, gfb’s research team has been hard at work investigating the rumours surrounding one of the greatest tennis matches of all time. This is what we found……

Borg v McEnroe 1980

The greatest Wimbledon final Bjorn Borg against John McEnroe. A titanic struggle of playing styles and personality.

Borg. The Ice Man. He had Ice running through his veins he was that icy. He was Swedish.

McEnroe, The brat. Obnoxious. He had Obnoxion running through his veins, he was that obnoxious. He was American.

They also clashed over the correct form of fowl to wear on their bonces whilst playing. Borg – old school – happy to play with a roast chicken nestling in his luxurious blond Swedish locks. McEnroe, ever the punk, played with an egg nestling precariously in his dandruff ridden, split end affected perm.

Both wore headbands. Was this significant? No.

YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!

Who would come first? The chicken or the egg? The chicken did.

An age old conunununununudrum resolved on a lawn in South West London in 1980.

As Borg recalled in his autobiography, Bally, Bally, Bouncey, Bouncey, Boing, Boing Boing.

“I hit the ball over the net one more time than he. And so I won. More meat balls anyone? ”

Says it all really.

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