I can’t help thinking of my encounter with the Liverpool band The Others. I was convinced they’d said “we’re De Udders” and I spoke to the lead singer afterwards:
“Are you The Udders?”
“Yeah we are.”
“Where are the udder Udders?”
“Der over dere.”
It went on for a while, I was almost crying laughing by the end of our chat.
I can’t help thinking of my encounter with the Liverpool band The Others. I was convinced they’d said “we’re De Udders” and I spoke to the lead singer afterwards:
“Are you The Udders?”
“Yeah we are.”
“Where are the udder Udders?”
“Der over dere.”
It went on for a while, I was almost crying laughing by the end of our chat.