stropppy letter in GH this months abotu ANthea - puff where are you

[cod]

saying she was a bga of shite really

noooooooooooooooo

dish it

it wasys

hold on will get and re " type"

btw love gh but normally read MIls
BUt hsi month there was the double whammy of oprah dn a free butterscothc greena dn blacks
it was suprisingly tasty

but anthea IS a bag of shite.

" i was etremelydisappointed to see ac over photgraph and featrue on anthea turenr onn feb issue. this womans lifestyle has been well documented int he past and i dont expect to find justification in a quality magazinr{ cods note - the same mag as runs a " best hot cross bun" poll later on in the issue}such as GH.

im afraid that i for one will not be taking advice from ehr new tv series with regard ti puttin my life in order.

yay
email your apporval [email protected]

yes but she galvanised me into buying 50 storage baskets and now my cupboards are organised a la " Sleeping with the Enemy"

go shelia copper form invenerss

cooper even

yeah! go, sheila!

hehe

she's been a naughty girlie so we mustn't listen to her housekeeping advice

so i haev emailed nat mags the following#

"I am with Shelia Cooper on anthea.
She is a crock of shit and you shouldn’t have anything to do with her. Was it coincidence you gave away a chocolate bar in the next issue?
"

who cares about what she's done in the past, she's a stuck up cow.

lol

did you know she has no armpit hair?

eamil
"i m alramed to note anthea turenr has no armpit hair"

go on go gongongonooooooooooooooooooooooooooon

I'd forgotten about Good Housekeeping - must buy it for more tips (and undoubtedly they will be from a more wholesome source)

hehe

rofl

PUff you are dity bound to send an email

sne it

ok

poor Anthea surplanted by a block of Green and Blacks

ah yes
thatw as deeply satisfying
as i fear anthea coudl neevr be

I bet if she asked you round for luncheon you wouldn't say 'No' - you'd probably compliment her on the pristineness of her towels too.

Crock of shit - ah now there's a good turn of phrase.

reminds of genuine frontier gibberish from Blazing Saddles

"I was born here,and by dad-dolly I'ma gonna die here,and no sidewinding, hornswoggling, cricker-crocker is going to drive me out rarragh!'