In today’s Metro ‘newspaper’ (yeah, sorry about that), is an article that runs like this:
Why sex is a real must for Fearne
Fearne Cotton can’t operate without a good dose of sex after a long day with the cameras.
The presenter says a good mix of bedtime action and booze usually cures any problem. ‘It’s the adrenaline thing. You need to have that release,’ the 27-year-old reveals. ‘If you’ve been working really hard and you’re pent-up and tense, sex, getting really drunk or going to the gym will cure it.’
Etc…
Oh. My. God.
Let’s leave aside whether or not this piece of (and I use the word very loosely) ‘journalism’ should have made it in to print.
The bigger question is what sort of a role model is the brain-dead radio and TV presenter to younger, more easily impressed females?
Good grief.
B.
Yeah, but… I would.
But she looks like a cheap slapper! Masher, I’m disappointed in you. You haven’t even gone for an expensive-looking slapper like, erm, Zoe Ball. 🙂
If she had brains she’d be dangerous. As it is you won’t have to worry about her for too much longer because she’s just another bimbo presenter who will disappear into the ether the minute she begins to look older and the next airhead comes along. With any luck she’ll take the eternally dim-witted Holly Willoughby with her, a girl whose only discernable talent appears to be wearing dresses that are a gnat’s whisker away from showing her nipples.
Cheap can be good, y’know!
And please don’t slag off the luverly Hollyby Willaby – the girl of (many of) my dreams.
Vicola, I’m waiting for the day.
Masher, have you no scruples? 🙂
Fresh out.
*snigger*