His name is also Donal ‘where’d the D go?’ Macintyre, he’s on Swish… Swish… Swishing On Ice – which we’re totally not watching this year ’cause there’s no one on there we like that much and it’s just not Strictly Come
On My Tits Dancing, is it, really? – and we once endured an horrific hour and a half in Pizza Express (the one next to Broadcasting House on Portland Place. Yes, that one) when Donal Macintyre was on the next table with a very young child-ette (we’re presuming his, but he could’ve been baby-sitting)… The moral of this tale of woe being don’t let Donal Macintyre take a child-ette out to dinner, ’cause he let the child-ette run fucking riot (FUCKING RIOT, WE TELL THEE!) throughout the restaurant whilst he chit-chatted on his mobile phone FOR THE ENTIRE DURATION, ignoring the thing. And the thing, let’s face it, could easily have ran outside in front of a moving vehicle. A BBC moving vehicle, at that, and that wouldn’t have been very nice for the thing.
In conclusion, here’s a picture of Donal Macintyre with his top off…
*offers bottle of Witch Hazel*