Remember the time at school when you were in the loos with your bestie having a bitch-sess about Holly Hotpants, when poor Holly walks out of the cubicle?
Suddenly feeling the tiniest bit sorry for Gordon Brown and his big gob? Finding yourself awash with empathy at his inability to curb his enthusiasm? No, neither are we.
Although I would like to argue with the MP who said, on Brown’s gaff, ‘It’s never ok to call someone a bigot’. Really? Is there no one involved in WWII that it might be ok to call a bigot?
Don’t feel too bad, what on earth would we do with ourselves without gossip and drama? And frankly, if you can’t stand the heat magazine, get out of the bitchin’.
So fellow pyromaniacs, stoke up! Instead of using fire buckets to extinguish flames, use them to start them. Once it’s hot enough, grab some wings, some legs, some ribs (just avoid putting your foot in it) and to wash it all down, raise a glass of fire water …
Gordon, you’re toast!