Cliff Richard, or ‘the Curse of Being a Christmas Whore’

Sir Cliff Richard is a Christmas Whore.

He’s a slutty little elf in Santa’s seasonal sexshop. He’s a dirty little minx inside the yuletide brothel. Every year, he dons a sexy Christmas outfit, and allows millions of complete idiots – delirious with Christmas cheer to the point of having no musical taste whatsoever – to fuck him up his rosy little Christmas elf bum. Sir Cliff Richard is a Christmas Whore.

Now we’ve got the bare facts out of the way we should probably explain for the benefit of those either confused or turned on by the above: Cliff Richard just lives for Christmas now, when he can bosh out another TERRIBLE song (usually religious) and sell it by the shedload to what can only be described as an army of dickheads. This is something that has bugged SB for a fair while, and a few years back we penned a little tribute to the whorish nature of Sir Cliff’s Christmas addiction. We only perform it live, because it’s essentially a cover and so to record it properly would get us sued (and we all know how sensitive SB are about that…) but we figured putting up a little archive live recording with some accompanying pictures of Sir Cliff for all to enjoy this Christmas.

So without further ado… We give you – ‘CLIFFMAS TIME’.

One comment

  1. Julia says:

    Ah ha ha. I remember the Cliff calendar you used to have at your Letchworth flat, Leon. Cliff’s face was smiling, but when you looked deep into his eyes, you could see a terrible sadness. Probably caused by the realisation that he is nothing but a Christmas wh0re.

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