We only had one Top of the Pops album, and it was this one.
I didn’t like it. I wasn’t sure what her game was exactly, or whether she was wearing any pants, but I still listened to it anyway. Maybe she had a ‘Sandy Rat Trap’? That would drive anyone a bit mad.
So, to celebrate the fact that I just spent a good ten minutes laughing at what Google came up with when I typed ‘Top of the pops albums’ into its search bar… feast your eyes on this lot.
“Ooo, stop mucking about.”
Those straps will suddenly snap, then someone’s in for a black eye, I can tell you.
This one has a worried look on her face. I only hope she wasn’t eyeing a machete wielding maniac to her left.
Top of the Pops album from 1910.
Rohypnol is just kicking in…
Come back and shake me? No it’s alright thanks.
Where’s your vest? You’ll catch your death!
Drunk and disorderly.
In the 70’s those horrible Neo Nazi’s got everywhere…
The Stig used to do a bit of modeling back in the day.
What weather conditions could possibly require a fur bikini and hat AND an umbrella?
Mouldy old bra?
Auto-erotic asphyxiation? A cry for help? Who knows?
I thought she was holding a leek, under her chin.
Clean up your own back yard love.