Apparently 427 people complained to the BBC last week about Robbie Savage's crotch grabbing and hip thrusting in the programme ten days ago. That's rather more than the number of complaints logged against him in his career for savaging opponents on the football field week in, week out. How ironic.
Much more offensive than Robbie's dance floor antics, and in fact more offensive than his woeful tackling on the pitch, was the awful noise on last Saturday's edition - Bruce Forsyth singing. Why oh why does the BBC pay him a fortune without ensuring there's a clause banning the fucker from supposedly singing? His contributions in all respects are pitiful - he should be stuck in a field with retired donkeys.
To top it all, I saw at the weekend an advert for an album of his favourite songs - sung by himself! £9.97 at Asda. Any very old idiots who might want to waste their money should think twice, as the bargain bin will have them all at a pound after Christmas. The idea that someone endorsed the release of this verbal equivalent of a scarecrow is preposterous - yet clearly some twat did.
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