Did not the Lords thy Gods thusly decree that a radio station be launchedeth so the multitudes there can hearken to The Word and The Word be thusly playeth upon the radio for the multitudes to hearken thusly to!

"Do not hearken to the Words of the station that haveth The Top 100 All Time Greatest Hits, for they art fulleth of crappeth and this art not the Truth!" sayeth Brian the Wise unto the multitudes there. "They art but false prophets and thee must not maketh of an idol of false prophets for it art sinful!".

"Hearken only to the Word for there art but one Top 100 and it art the Word and the Word is but the Truth and Radio Suck Suck will playeth the Word and it shall be thusly that the Top 100 All Timeth Greatest Hits shall be-eth The Word which shall in turneth be the Truth."

An Lo! And Behold! And Hearken! For the Greatest Radio Station of all time, playething The Greatest 100 Hits Of All Time weret launched with much ado and pomp and glory for the Lords thy Gods did liketh it that way.

"We shall haveth a parade!" sayeth the Lord God Freddie for He did loveth to frock up and pranceth about, especially in feathers.

"Oh Lo!' sayeth Roger the Divine "Thee wisheth to dress as a girl!"

And it was so.

"I shall weareth of thy favourite yellow shorts" sayeth John the Mysterious "and I thusly hath a new shirt that Mother maketh for thee!"

And He weret verily excited for some reason which surpriseth the other Gods for John the Mysterious rarely got excited about things, especially parades.

"Doeth thy bum looketh big in this?" wailed Roger the Divine.

"Yea, thou hath gained weight Roger the Divine and thou bum looketh enormous in that red slinky number, thou doeth look ridiculous!" sayeth Brian the Wise cattily.

"Well! Thee hath ne'er been so-eth insulted in all thy life, thou skinny poodle-haired git!" spat Roger the Divine who weret thusly insulted.

"Leaveth thy hair out of this thou porker!" hollered Brian the Wise.

"If thou legs geteth any skinnier, they shall snappeth off and sticketh up thine bony arse!' Roger the Divine yelled furiously.

"Thou peroxided slag!" hissed Brian the Wise.

"Poodle perm, poodle perm, poodle perm!" yelleth Roger the Divine.

"Lard arse, lard arse, lard arse!' spat Brian the Wise.

The Lord God Freddie looketh up from his vessel of cornflakes and sayeth "Oh, doeth shutup thee two, thou art rainething on thy parade! Now helpeth thee unto thy catsuit and getteth on with the show, forartuntothusly: The Showeth Musteth Goeth On! And Roger the Divine doeth look verily becoming in His red frock!" he decreed.

And it was so. And the parade dideth go on but Roger the Divine and Brian the Wise had thusly to be separated soeth they did not puncheth each other.

And the multitudes dideth cheer and tuneth their portable radios unto Radio Suck Suck.

And Lo! FM 666 Radio Suck Suck did playeth the Word according to the Gods and it dideth conduct The Greatest Hits Of All Time and the Songs of the Gods did occupyeth every spot from 100 to number 1 and they weret well pleased and Brian the Wise did croweth and sayeth...

"Behold! We art great and we art at number one! And it art a prettily good list to be-eth anywherest on!"