Just when you thought you had seen enough footy short-wearing meat axes wailing about their genitalia … whoa, here were The Nads. Strange, but once they got over the usual bum jokes and pretence that they were musicians, The Nads took the punters into that eeriest of territories, ‘ashamed giggle-ville’.
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