If I had to describe the King’s Singers to someone who had never heard of them, I would suggest an infinite number of Michael Goves saying the word “bong”.
Young man. Some of us are not pleased to be greeted in the morning with the concept of an infinite number of Goves. There is already an overabundance, to the tune of one, of said commodity.
bloody hell - they're still at it? I used to listen to them after the archers when I was 10 on a Sunday evening. Do they still 'sing something simple'?
this isn't a pleasant memory by the way - they are/were absolutely awful, I thought
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Young man. Some of us are not pleased to be greeted in the morning with the concept of an infinite number of Goves. There is already an overabundance, to the tune of one, of said commodity.
bloody hell - they're still at it? I used to listen to them after the archers when I was 10 on a Sunday evening. Do they still 'sing something simple'?
this isn't a pleasant memory by the way - they are/were absolutely awful, I thought
I'm laughing.
I remember them - but was never sure just what they were for.
But what might the collective noun for such an abundance be, Vicus? I’m thinking a Pranny of Goves sounds about right.
Ah, that was the Cliff Adams singers, GSE. They were indeed a load of cock.
They proved that Cambridge graduates had career options other than comedian, spy or Tory MP, BWT.
The only reason I am reading a post on the King's Singers is because it contains an image of a fruity British woman.
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