Would you fuckin' credit it! The sing-off should have been a perfect situation for dispensing with crappy Katie, and what happens? - It all goes so wrong. The Elf at last did something useful and created deadlock, but the public somehow registered more votes for cuntin' Katie than Aiden. Admittedly he was shit, and his hair was begging for a 'flake', but after the agony of prolonged exposure to Katie, we're still stuck with her!
Come on Wagner! And Cheryl, stop playing your face, you sulky wench - and sort out that Star Wars hair.
PS: Is it just me, or do you also think of 'Churchill' (the nodding dog) when Rebecca is on screen; ohh yes.
PPS: Has Liam's stylist modelled him on a Playmobil character? That hair!
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