I have said some harsh things about Mrs. Boggs, but I am indebted to her for this her maiden cunting (no – not her), but as she is a TV and soap addict she knows all there is to know about the poofters of TV.
Mr McGreevy is as camp as a row of tents – limp wristed, effeminate, suggestive. It seems he is a special ‘friend’ of that brave TV “Personality” (with all the personality of an unflushed turd) Phillip Schofield:
As all good friends do, they had a little quarrel and it seems McGreevy just might have intimated to Schofield that he was going to ‘out’ him, so Schofield got in first with his tears, and confessions, and a slap in the face to Mrs. Schofield the spouse (is she not fragrant?)
So if it had not been for this little poofter McGreevy (whose nose seems to have inspired the design of the Concorde), we might never have known that a man who spends every day on TV wearing make-up, doing wimmins things on TV, and enjoying girly chats with his girlfriends, drooling over pop musicians and soap stars and flapping his wrist while giving faux gravitas to his pronouncements was (as Mrs Boggs puts it) “one of them”.
They are a pair of cunts. I don’t think Schofield is brave since pooftery is almost compulsory on TV.
Nominated by W. C. Boggs



