tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058009.post114066080580936113..comments2023-11-05T07:24:28.921+00:00Comments on DontStopThePop: SIX Let Me Be The OneRobpophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06338917857200380786noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058009.post-1140795124872750912006-02-24T15:32:00.000+00:002006-02-24T15:32:00.000+00:00The joy that Whole Lot of Loving brought me as an ...The joy that Whole Lot of Loving brought me as an ickle Irish gay. Oh what fun we had, drunkenly stumbling around the streets singing it. How we laughed at the hilarious Nadine "what date of birth did I give?" incident. How we all fancied a little bit of Kyle and thought that he probably would. How we all waited for the Sinead-from-Cork (who worked in Morgan de Toi at the weekends) over-emoting falsetto bits. <BR/><BR/>And then it all turned to shit. I blame Pooey Walsh for that.Adrianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09504468476656963707noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058009.post-1140690906385379942006-02-23T10:35:00.000+00:002006-02-23T10:35:00.000+00:00Six were quite schlager, weren't they?Six were quite schlager, weren't they?Chrillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14089642300632601242noreply@blogger.com