And FH is backing Fat Nanny
The Fag Hag has returned to the land of the almost living again after enduring the sort of hangover so ghastly it would have prompted George Best to say the morning after, ‘Mine’s a Diet Coke thanks’.Thanking you most kindly for all your tips and help – you are angels, the lot of you.
After chucking up half of my internal organs I settled down to catch up on the goings-on in the Big Brother house. First off that desperate Charley woman with the weave, who looks like a nine-year-old boy in hotpants (and whatever she says about those boil-in-the-bag boobs being realy, trust me, they ain’t) has to be murdered immediately. She is truly the poo of pond life, and has no business sharing our oxygen.
Twins are harmless, just like a pair of toddlers in New Look, but Fat Nanny to win or this year’s Pete-in-drag Tracey (who sir? me sir? gay sir? no sir).