Good morning! Is it snowing where you are? I'm still waiting. Bah.
Well, after yesterday's arsehole, which fucker that just won't go away is behind window number 2? Go on, point at Jonathan King. Poke him in his gurning paedo face.
Christine Hamilton. Her rectangular face should make her fascinating to medical science alone. It shouldn't make her famous. The fact that she is speaks volumes about how much our species has started to decay. She and her husband (the very drippy Neil, who sometimes is allowed to wear trousers) have clogged the airwaves since his election defeat in 1997.
Celebrity Masterchef, I'm A Celebrity... Get Me Out Of Here, This Morning... There's nothing she wouldn't appear on to propagate her self-serving media whoring. The corruption that she and her husband have been central to in the past is now buried in the fluffy comfort of daytime ITV, where her face is broadcast sideways to fit on widescreen TVs.
Horrible, horrible woman.
Come back tomorrow for more festive scumbuggery.
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