So Tiff was doing Pablo just to hurt Sun-in-sam? No. She had herself some continental breakfast for a change. I doubt she sampled the sausage. Or anything else. What an awkward bastard kiss!
I don't know why they were in the hairdresser. Folk are clearly getting their hair done in Poundland. Or Euroland? Tiff needs conditioner on her ends. Stat.
I'm bloody tired of the pops at Mimi. YOU WERE ON A BREAK. You know fine you were because you were shagging on the ocean wave. Don't come the innocent and wronged victim.
And by the way Tiff, your glitter didn't look like glitter. It looked like a sweaty condition . The make up lady cannot like you much.
Team Mimi.
I'm not buying Liv and l'il Sameh. No chance. Bonks, snuggling and winkydinks? Gosh, golly and lawksalordy. Toff will be sleeping in dirty faggy snuggly sheets. The cleaner version of dirty sex sheets. Just no fluids. Toff getting gobby as well? Sheesh. Weren't they on a break too?????
L'il Sameh may need comforting - he'll not be working at Kittens after blabbing on Biscuits....
Frankie and Biscuits. I need you to love me even though I've been running a nifty sideline in the manufacturing of dirty sex sheets since I met you? What. A. Catch. You can see Frankie realising that she was wrong to let such a chap go once she peels herself off sleazy Harry
For a fuckin' dark wrong 'in, Frankie lives in a very bright and airy flat.
I zone out when Ella and Julius come on. My candle needs its wick trimming. See? Told you.
The boys hugging on the rocks? Beautiful man love. And terrifically tiny pupils taking in the sunrise.
I'm a bit bored of drink slinging. Every fucker is doing it. The glitter stayed on well though.
Someone must have told them about pit dancing. Most moves ended at the elbow and climaxed in a feeble fist bump.
Practising for putting into someone's memoirs perhaps?