And FH is v chuffed with herself. Or at least her choice of friends.
The Fag Hag feels like Charlie of Chocolate fame when he got his golden ticket… ‘cept it ain’t some poxy factory I’m visiting with an old granddad. Oh no my cupcakes, I am beyond ‘cited as I’ve managed to blag myself an invite down to the backstage corridors of Big Brother house this weekend.
How did I do that you may ask? Well, it’s a long story, but put it this way – I chose my friends at university according to how likely they were to turn into powerful media figures and it’s all paying off thank you!
It means I’ll get to wander through those camera runs with a big old cloak on (Armani Prive, I hope) and spy on Charley and those matted extensions right up close. Do you think I can send Gerry positive love vibes through those two-way mirrors and bag him as my next fag to hag? All will be revealed on Monday my darlings!