Repeat after Fag Hag: ‘Don’t marry ’em, fuck ’em!’
So if those tabloid bitches are to be believed, it seems there is, as Frank Spencer would put it, ‘a liddle bit of trouble’ in the marriage of Preston and Chantelle. Apparently the rot set in when she ‘had no work’. Well please. Will somebody pour that guy a glass of reality tonic?
His bride of choice was a promotions girl he met in a TV studio whose biggest claim to fame was being a sunny-natured simpleton with shop-bought extensions. Why was he suddenly expecting her to have some impressive career strategy all mapped out for their future, like Hilary Clinton?
It’s so tiresome to have to write this again, but when oh when will these straight men learn – there are silly young things you fool around with and life partners. And funnily enough, people who apply for reality shows and are called Chantelle generally fall into the former category…