Jan Moir…. Well, would you? Even after a skinful and enough GHB to tranquilise a team of Clydesdales? From a personal perspective, an evening spent in a crack den, trepanning myself with a rusty hand drill holds more appeal. Tongue firmly lodged in the anal profundities of The Daily Quail and Anton Vowl.
Embrace the sequined majesty that is z list slebs earnestly discussing their “journey” while spray tanned bright orange! Yes, Strictly Come Dancing is on again at the weekend. And the asinine X-Factor on the other side. Can’t think why I go out every Saturday night.
I have learned today that if we gave the Irish the Great Famine, they’re responsible for Chris Moyles. I’d say that makes us about quits.
A is for ASBO B is for bandwagon C is for can’t see what the fuss is about D is for does anyone care? E is for ephemeral F is for freeloader G is for gatecrasher H is for hype I is for irrelevant distraction K is for Kaká’s incarcerated church leaders J is for […]