celebrity relatives

I know a Dave Shopland. Be surprised if he was taking pics of Judy Murray

missyj wrote:

NotBert wrote:Why, who were you thinking of doing, Jonesy      

set myself up there ,   

Would have been out of character if I hadn't

NotBert wrote:Anyone to do with Paul Gascoigne.  Including Paul Gascoigne

     

Amy Winehouse's Father , i'm also with Tony about Mrs A Murray, although Andy has grown on me.

Piers Morgan's wife's husband

NotBert wrote:Piers Morgan's wife's husband

  

This thread of course should be sponsored by the ghost of the wife of the son of the Queen. She fucking started it all.

Now I'm going to leave the Paris tunnel to go on to the Dartford Tunnel, as she is known by me.

Ray Parlour's ex-wife. For those who forget "Karen", she played for thirty minutes of every ninety that Ray was on the pitch http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/3874287.stm and up to the age of 18, she spent 6 years inhabiting his body as he developed his skills to secure a professional football career despite his clear lack of intelligence and Charlie Dimmock looks.

No she fucking didn't, the fat-necked, brass-necked fucking bullshitter. Her tastes were apparently "More Romford market than Bond Street" which would suggest that she should never have divorced her husband, whose bobblehead dolls would have been boxed and labelled "Straight To Poundland" as the hair on them could have your eye out or choke anyone under the age of 15. Ray Parlour meanwhile rightly refuses to acknowledge the sponging cunt scored 8 of his career goals and that she appeared for England in three of his ten appearances but acknowledges that after retirement, although he plays for England Legends, no-one gives a flying fuck what Karen twatting Parlour is doing.

There is a racehorse to this day named The Romford Pele (should have won at Punchestown in the week, twat of a ride, you can give anything away except ground). It is not owned by Ray Parlour but I'd imagine Karen Parlour wants a third of the fucking horse's earnings too, the grabbing cunt.

She had the head of a fucking wart hog, the ugly slag.

Mind you, Ray was no looker either.

Dr and Dr McCann.

Made their daughter a celebrity. Continue to exploit it.

Why is the demised young (accidental overdose) but nevertheless source of a cracking real-life gag, son of Kirk, Eric Douglas not here?

In case you don't know the story...

Kirk Douglas had a son, the little-remembered Eric Douglas, who was an actor and stand-up comedian. He once came over to the UK to do some gigs and inadvertently created one of British comedy’s finest legends. Eric wasn’t having a great gig at a London club; he was going down the pan. His opening line, I seem to remember, focused on the fact that he lacked the cleft in his chin possessed by both his father and brother. The audience was not in the least interested. Their indifference eventually overwhelmed him and he finally shouted: “Do you know who I am? I’m Kirk Douglas’s son!” The room looked on in silence, then someone in the audience stood up and said: “No, I’m Kirk Douglas’s son.” He was swiftly followed by several more. Within seconds, the entire audience was on their feet, all claiming to be Kirk Douglas’s son, in a pitch-perfect parody of the scene in Spartacus. That, by anyone’s standards, is a tough gig.

"Within seconds, the entire audience was on their feet, all claiming to be Kirk Douglas’s son, in a pitch-perfect parody of the scene in Spartacus"

NotBert wrote:No she fucking didn't, the fat-necked, brass-necked fucking bullshitter.

I wrote that sentence and that made me laugh out loud. One of the benefits of aging

A funny thread.