I am very very glad that until the moment I opened this thread, I hadn’t thought of right said fred in about 10 years. You utter utter bastard. You should put a warning on the thread.
I think of the poor slave child that stitched my trousers together , Then I think of the tanning plant with all its noxious stink .Then I think of Daisy … back on the farm … and they day she "went away " And then I go out and ride my bike not really giving a toss .
Although I did see Right Said Fred live back in the late 90’s, not on purpose I hasten to add - they were playing at a university end of year party thing.
I saw Richard Fairbrass later in the evening and briefly considered telling him how **** he was but didn’t fancy being remembered as ‘the guy who got his head kicked in by Right Said Fred’