A few posts back we introduced you to Scotland's next top model, Ross something or other, and here he is again this time without all the slap and neon leg warmers. I'm not suggesting for a second that television is trying hard, I mean trying so very, very, very, very fucking hard to dumb down viewers by turning them into self- obsessed, narcissistic strokers, but programmes like this do make you wonder. Och I'm just being silly now, me and my runaway imagination. I'll be telling you next that at this rate they'll be turning Jade Goody's life into a west end musical. What am I like?
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Monday, 27 April 2009
Monday, 13 April 2009
Scotland's Next Top Model
We really have lost our way as a race, blindly crashing around in the room of life desperately hoping that we accidentally discover the answers we are looking for.
You just know his old man wants to slap the fake tan right off his fucking chops.
You just know his old man wants to slap the fake tan right off his fucking chops.
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