Greg Barila

Journalist. Editor. Social Media specialist.

Merry Cliff-mas (Or a Cliff For All Occasions)

When I'm on distant shores at Christmas, there's nothing I love more than receiving a slightly homoerotic calendar featuring an ex-Brit teen heartthrob posing in cheeky and suggestive situations.

Thankfully, I have just the right kind of friends and so this year was delighted to receive a large orange envelope from my buddy Scott, a music journalist with exclusive access to this kind of rare ephemera.

I knew it was a calendar straight away - I could feel the familiar ring binder through the envelope. But nothing could prepare me for the wondrous delights contained within.

The wondrous delights of "Cliff, The Official Calendar 2012".

Quite simply this was too special not to share with you. 

So pour yourself another glass of eggnog, put on your comfy slippers, sink low into your favourite armchair and simply enjoy the septuagenarian sauciness that awaits you on this....

Very Cliffy Christmas.


This is the cover.  Cliff's found a pram on his morning paddle.


Cliff, in a past life as a dolphin mechanic. "Here's your trouble. You've blown a seal".

There were shock-waves around the world when Sir Cliff finally outed himself as "The Stig".

Cliff was livid when he discovered that being surrounded by men in leather and rubber all trying to get into pole position was actually called "Forumula 1 Racing".


"I wish I knew how to quit you".

We're all goin' on a summer hovercraft.


Cliff couldn't make it for this shoot, so Julie Anthony was a trooper and kindly stepped in.


Something about balls.

It's so funny, how we don't torque any more.

She's gonna get you from behind. Hmm.

Mmmmm. Cliff and Chips.

I bet you say that to all the buoys.


Cliff, rounding up the Number 1 hits on his song farm.