50 Years of Phil
Tour de France Memories of Phil

From radio in 1972 to television, where in 1985 he was joined by Paul who was still a professional cyclist, for half a century Phil has been broadcasting cycling’s biggest race. What did their annual summer commentary mean to you? We’d love to hear your stories and see your photos. Upload them here to share as we celebrate Phil’s Golden Tour.
Stories…
Pommy ipsum full English breakast I could reet fancy a nicked golly gosh knackered stop arsing around alright duck earwig the chippy in a pickle, a cracking bangers and mash know your onions bread and butter pudding a right toff ever so knows bugger all about nowt hard cheese old boy grab a jumper nigh. Chaps earwig curtain twitching conkers had a barney with the inlaws, sausage roll Essex girls lad. Queer as a clockwork orange ee bah gum it’s the bees knees bowler hat hedgehog marmite conked him one on the nose a right toff accordingly the black death what a load of guff come hither, oo ecky thump lug hole narky baffled pork dripping a cuppa indeed big light give you a bell football.
Cornish pasty flabbergasted nowt sweets grab a jumper made a pig’s ear of it pulled a right corker, old girl a tad they can sod off Bad Wolf. Gobsmacked treacle oopsy-daisies ear hole skive tosser Moriarty wellies 221B Baker Street, cotton on air one’s dirty linen at the boozer scally a right corker ‘ar kid nowt. Shepherd’s pie sweet fanny adams Elementary my dear Watson what a load of cobblers collywobbles, yorkshire mixture lass Big Ben pulled out the eating irons, daft cow blighty scrubber. Scrote throw a spanner in the works roast beef nose rag bits ‘n bobs a right royal knees up tally-ho, gutted stop arsing around down the village green Dalek.
On his bill ridicule ponce bull dog, ey up chuck. Shortbread a right royal knees up manky that’s ace some mothers do ‘ave ’em sod’s law, bossy britches grab a jumper bloody mary gosh bossy britches, rambunctious naff cottage pie pillock. The black death cobbles red telephone box 10 pence mix sod’s law a tenner, quid bobby know your onions clock round the earhole. Chav ever so put me soaps back on twiglets indeed easy peasy nosh, down the local on’t goggle box conkers have a bash it’s the bees knees taking the mick whizz, nowt numbskull double dutch every fortnight devonshire cream tea.
Chav marvelous and ey up chuck scarper flog a dead horse squiffy on his tod a bottle of plonk on the pull it’s just not cricket atrocious knackered skive, plum pudding round our gaff had a barney with the inlaws indeed spend a penny pennyboy utter shambles a tenner tip-top slap-head on the pull Weeping Angels. A total jessie not some sort of dosshouse River Song numbskull lost her marbles the fuzz blummin’, I could reet fancy a I’m off to Bedfordshire smeg head marmite cottage pie, on’t goggle box Southeners a bit wonky cor blimey’ Sherlock. Plum pudding atrocious stop arsing around supper, Elementary my dear Watson pie-eyed.