Lorraine Kelly. She has a gooey centre of pure malevolence hidden inside a twinkly sugar shell.
Ant McDrug&drunkDriver
The godforsaken tedious bell also known as Eamonn Holmes. A revolting shudder in human form. His wife is also fairly harrowing, but he takes the overall biscuit.
Stacey blaring boring Dooley. She's like if an underdeveloped AI programme tried to form a below average presenter and printed it using a 3D printer.
Olly Mur-der me now so I don't have to look at him, hear him or know he exists. What is the defining feature of that man? I haven't spotted one.
Jess Glynn, for THAT FUCKING OMNIPOTENT SONG ABOUT HOLDING HANDS it's caused me dental issues from teeth grinding, that FUCKING advert (I think it's J.G who sings it?) Again, blaring.
I knew Schofield was a gutter snake before it became public knowledge; sneering, creepy beady eyed, self serving fake thing that he is. A core of shit to the man so rancid that it's finally visible to all. His "wife" should yeet him onto the moon, if she hasn't already. And his bezzy mate.. Who dropped him like a bag of cold dog sick as soon as she couldn't drag the "double act" on for another interminable year of giggling, dribbling deeply unfunny dickheadedness. Two twats for the price of less than one viable human between them.
~that was all a lot more spiteful that I anticipated~