Pat Benatar

[sooth_stander]

 

She was one dirty hoor. Probably still is.

 

That is all.

[Bluto10]

she is ac.e

 

cannabeat a bit of love is a battlefield

[Ke1t]

Of all the 80's chick pop singers, I'd have to go with Toni Basil as my favourite on a few levels. Pat Benetar was more along the lines of Hard-faced, big-jawed Man-thing.

 

Toni Basil was one of young Kelt's premier fap materials... though even then, as unfamiliar with the female psyche as a school-age loon can be, it was patently obvious that here was a chick who was 2 parts mental to 1 part hot. And any actual attempt to bang her would likely end up in a sort of Ai No Korida situation, and a trip to A&E for emergency re-attachment procedures.

 

Anyway.. Toni Basil.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSfnopkT37I

[fatshaft]

 

She was one dirty hoor. Probably still is.

 

That is all.

Banner, 41 secs, bottom leftr, surely not?

[CrazyBullSheep]

I see your Pat Benatar and Toni Blair......

 

And give you......http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmaCSAdeAdo&feature=related

 

Wendy James OOOOFT!!!!

[sooth_stander]

Neither Pat or Wendy had a cleavage, which stops me short of giving either legendary status.

[Ke1t]

I see your Pat Benatar and Toni Blair......

 

And give you......http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmaCSAdeAdo&feature=related

 

Wendy James OOOOFT!!!!

 

I found myself under furious assault from some local Aberdonian Lesbian Feminist thing at a Transvision Vamp gig at the Music Hall.

 

It was the 'Born To Be Sold' tour, and the Tour shirt was this long-arsed shirt, with long sleeves... and Wendy was wearing one as a sort of mini-dress at the beginning of the gig. This was shortly removed, to reveal the purple, sparkly bra and skirt that didn't even reach half way doon her arse.

 

The Lesbian Feminist Thing next to us started screaming something along the lines of "YOU ARE NOT A PROSTITUTE!" or some such lezza shite....

 

I responded by striking up a up a chant of "Wendy! Wendy! Show Us Your Fanny!"

 

Lesbi-feminist monster started shrieking something at me in Lesbanese, which resulted in my roaring with laughter in its stupid lesbian face... at which point shit got real and she threw down.

 

Before you know it, young Kelt is the subject of a furious lesbian attack, and it's all I can do to fend off the hilariously ineffectual slappy, scratchy attack without pissing my pants laughing.

 

This was, I believe, the point where Bod, a local Tim with crazy hair, steams in and plants lesbifem's 'lad' (?) in the gub, by way of bringing proceedings to an end.

 

Lesbifem and her suitably injured 'lad'(?) make their way out of the place of festivity, and we all laugh and return to chants imploring Ms James reveal her lady parts. Which she did, because she had one foot up on the speaker, god bless her.

 

Hurrah!

 

Wendy would later become the plastic-surgeried, crack whore front woman of Racine, a piss poor outfit I had the misfortune of catching in Birmingham or London, I can't remember where, and thus came to an end any recreational fappings to the Wendy of old.

 

But I choose to remember her the way she was...

 

[ollie1903]

I found myself under furious assault from some local Aberdonian Lesbian Feminist thing at a Transvision Vamp gig at the Music Hall.

 

It was the 'Born To Be Sold' tour, and the Tour shirt was this long-arsed shirt, with long sleeves... and Wendy was wearing one as a sort of mini-dress at the beginning of the gig. This was shortly removed, to reveal the purple, sparkly bra and skirt that didn't even reach half way doon her arse.

 

The Lesbian Feminist Thing next to us started screaming something along the lines of "YOU ARE NOT A PROSTITUTE!" or some such lezza shite....

 

I responded by striking up a up a chant of "Wendy! Wendy! Show Us Your Fanny!"

 

Lesbi-feminist monster started shrieking something at me in Lesbanese, which resulted in my roaring with laughter in its stupid lesbian face... at which point shit got real and she threw down.

 

Before you know it, young Kelt is the subject of a furious lesbian attack, and it's all I can do to fend off the hilariously ineffectual slappy, scratchy attack without pissing my pants laughing.

 

This was, I believe, the point where Bod, a local Tim with crazy hair, steams in and plants lesbifem's 'lad' (?) in the gub, by way of bringing proceedings to an end.

 

Lesbifem and her suitably injured 'lad'(?) make their way out of the place of festivity, and we all laugh and return to chants imploring Ms James reveal her lady parts. Which she did, because she had one foot up on the speaker, god bless her.

 

Hurrah!

 

Wendy would later become the plastic-surgeried, crack whore front woman of Racine, a piss poor outfit I had the misfortune of catching in Birmingham or London, I can't remember where, and thus came to an end any recreational fappings to the Wendy of old.

 

But I choose to remember her the way she was...

 

The lovely, classy Wendy used her Mic as a dildo that night iir

[dj_bollocks]

Ahhh Wendy James... Fond memories of the Edinburgh Playhouse in 1989 or something like that... Our chants were a more polite "Get Your Tits Out" as you would expect from an Edinburgh crowd... Alas no puppies with brown noses that night....