Right now I'm just reacting to whatever twat is presenting themselves on my TV screen. I'm going to have a good long sleep pretty soon, where these people can't bother me. It's interesting that right now I can't recall more of the names of personalities that I know I dislike with a passion. I'm sure it will come flooding back to me the minuted I'm reminded of them.
In my conciousness right now is Jason Statham
Jason Statham = Super-Twat
And the really thick-looking one who's in those movies. I've no idea what his name is, but he was the thicko in Mean Machine and he's been in some other shite films. God, he's annoying.
While I'm here, Gordon Ramsay should be nominated. It's just food, FFS. And Duncan Bannatyne and anyone else so tied up in their own self-importance. Listen, Bannatyne, if everyone was a millionaire, that would defeat the purpose, wouldn't it? Just admit you're flogging false hope and fcuk off back to whichever hole you frequented before you started appearing on the TV. Argh!