This ugly tart, who crawled to fame originally on one of those Saturday night low rent “talent” shows, is the epitome of a skank.
I think she made a record that stank almost as much as Margaret Beckett’s bloomers, and when her “singing” career ended somehow (and God knows how because she is hardly a looker) managed to become a sort of media talking head on some trashy daytime TV show. The tabloid press also love her, and she is hardly publicity shy – every threadbare mediocre detail of her sordid relationship with an ex actor, a Joey Essex wannabe gets prominence in their tawdry pages.
Anyway, today she has become a style icon, modelling her latest wardrobe from the eveningwear section of Primark:
https://www.thesun.co.uk/tvandshowbiz/13350481/stacey-solomon-pjs-slippers/
I wonder the outfit didn’t have her price list attached on a sandwich board.
It is sad to think that there are probably thousands of British schoolgirls who aspire to this trollops lifestyle – a monument to ugliness, talentlessness and the grace and poise of an obese elephant with Diane Abbott on it’s back.
Nominated by: W. C. Boggs



