These are The Saturdays.
If The Saturdays were presented to us in a police line-up and a boy in, let’s say, blue, goes along the line and points out each of The Saturdays, perhaps in the following fashion; ‘This is Una Healy (say hello Una!), this is Rochelle Wiseman and her tits; this is Vanessa White, next to her is ‘Hey’ Frankie Sandford who looks uncannily like that cunt Danielle Lloyd off-of footballers and last but by no means least, Mollie King. Together, they are The Saturdays,’ we’d still be none the wiser.
They just look like a bunch of meaningless tarts on their way to a girls’ night out down Yates’s Wine Lodge.
ps. They sing, right?