Zoe Ball is an annoying cunt, isn’t she?
As soon as she’s blagged her way onto anything, she fucks it up: tv programmes, radio programmes, a DJ’s marriage.
Too much volume, not enough subtlety; too much bleach, not enough reality; too much ambition, not enough talent.
Little Miss Sunshine? She’s got more make-up and cosmetics than Boots Chemist.
This disingenuous harlot continually bangs on about Manchester fucking United as if she’s just alighted the bus near Stretford’s Old Toilet. Come off it sugartits, you live in Brighton! You love the ManUnited about as much as Pogba does!
“I wish I had a time machine” she said after her last boyfriend topped himself. As do we, love, so we can set it to return to The Bubonic Plague.
Dear old Johnny Ball was a superb presenter, so full of vigour and charm he made Maths and Science fun. What a shame he couldn’t have jizzed this over-ambitious, garrulous harpee into a sock.
Nominated by Captain Magnanimous