Normally, when there’s a group of middle aged women sitting around a table talking about puerile subjects in a diction thats on the level of 65 IQ, I can mute the sound and enjoy the shaggability factor. Not with these dog minges. Christ, did they advertise as mankness and a complete lack of sex appeal as essential requirements?
And, who the fuck invented Janet Street Porter? Hated the lefty cow right from the NME days.
Loose Women gives that Len Goodman rhyme shit a run for its money.
Nominated by Cunts n Roses