Sunday, December 24, 2006
Christmas Carol Nicola
It's Christmas Eve! And tradition dictates that we must demonstrate the disturbing depths to which our Nicola Roberts obsession reaches by once again re-writing a classic Christmas song in her honour. As always, feel free to join in if you know the words and yes, there actually is more than one verse to the original.
Dancing through The Show
In a one strapped slinky dress
O'er the stage she goes
Ignored by all the press
Some people say she mings,
But she makes our spirits bright
we love to watch her laugh and sing
And occasionally talk shite
Oh, ginger belle, ginger belle
Ginger all the way
Except that time she dyed her hair
A thing we still rue to this day
Ginger belle, ginger belle
Ginger all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride...
No, we won't go down that way
A photoshoot arrived,
And Nic was looking fine
She toook her pick from wardrobe and
Was dressed up to the nines
Her hair had sheen, not lank
But misfortune seemed her lot
She pouted, preened and posed and such
but was still left out of shot
Oh, ginger belle, ginger belle
Ginger all the way
Unless as you get older
Your hair starts to turn grey
Ginger belle, ginger belle,
Ginger all the way
Oh, one day they'll realise
You're ace just like we say.
Ahem.
Anyway, that is it from us for this year. We'd like to thank everyone who's read, commented, e-mailed, suggested, or passed through the site while looking for porn and hope we've managed to be vaguely entertaining over the past twelve months. We'll back in January with our look at the year ahead, along with all the stuff you've come to expect from us - i.e. the same jokes shuffled around in a slightly different order in the hope you don't notice - but until then, from all of us, we hope you have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. And we mean that sincerely, even if none of you have actually bothered to buy us any presents.
music nicola roberts
Dancing through The Show
In a one strapped slinky dress
O'er the stage she goes
Ignored by all the press
Some people say she mings,
But she makes our spirits bright
we love to watch her laugh and sing
And occasionally talk shite
Oh, ginger belle, ginger belle
Ginger all the way
Except that time she dyed her hair
A thing we still rue to this day
Ginger belle, ginger belle
Ginger all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride...
No, we won't go down that way
A photoshoot arrived,
And Nic was looking fine
She toook her pick from wardrobe and
Was dressed up to the nines
Her hair had sheen, not lank
But misfortune seemed her lot
She pouted, preened and posed and such
but was still left out of shot
Oh, ginger belle, ginger belle
Ginger all the way
Unless as you get older
Your hair starts to turn grey
Ginger belle, ginger belle,
Ginger all the way
Oh, one day they'll realise
You're ace just like we say.
Ahem.
Anyway, that is it from us for this year. We'd like to thank everyone who's read, commented, e-mailed, suggested, or passed through the site while looking for porn and hope we've managed to be vaguely entertaining over the past twelve months. We'll back in January with our look at the year ahead, along with all the stuff you've come to expect from us - i.e. the same jokes shuffled around in a slightly different order in the hope you don't notice - but until then, from all of us, we hope you have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. And we mean that sincerely, even if none of you have actually bothered to buy us any presents.
music nicola roberts
