WTF FBI Special

Hallo Readers, 

The moron without the mask on is Rep. Andrew Clyde, a GOP Congressman from Georgia. Here he is on 6 January 2021 helping his (masked) colleagues to barricade the door of the House Chamber against a mob of feral thugs in MAGA hats, waving Donald Trump Flags, and screaming “Nancy (Pelosi, the House Speaker) we’re coming for you”…..Elsewhere, similar types were storming the Senate looking to hang Vice-President Mike Pence. 

Clyde, who attained the rank of Commander in the US Navy before retiring back to Backwoodsville to deal guns, had his sorry arse saved by the bravery of Congressional and DC police. Only he is not very grateful. He said of the mob “.. if you didn’t know the TV footage was a video from 6 January, you would actually think it was a normal tourist visit”. Of course, the House and the Senate often have to barricade them in against normal tourist visits. This week,  Clyde and twenty of his disgusting House colleagues voted against a bi-partisan Bill to award medals to the men who saved them, many of whom were horribly injured in the process and four of whom have since died. One man who survived the attack, Officer Michael Fanone, was tasered repeatedly at the base of his skull and beaten with sticks, had a heart attack and sustained brain damage.  This week he went back to Congress to try and talk sense into the men and women who wanted to deny him a medal; the snivelling Clyde turned away and refused to talk to him or to shake his hand. 

Rep. Paul Gosar of Arizona, formerly a dentist, who also voted against the Bill, alleges that an officer lay in wait for a woman called Ashli Babitt and “executed her”  (while she was breaking into the House through a window as part of the mob). At which point, Gosar’s siblings tweeted  “… on behalf of the actual sane members of our family, which is everyone but Paul, we apologize on behalf of our family for his despicable comments and disgraceful behavior through this whole incident.”. Speaking on CNN, his brother Tim said  “It’s really hard to go back to the truth once you become a pathological liar like Paul.”  Unsurprisingly, Paul Gosar and his siblings have not spoken for years, and they actively campaigned against his re-election in 2018.

It is also no surprise that MAGAmorons like Reps. Louis Gohmert of Texas, Matt Gaetz of Florida and Marjorie Taylor-Greene of Georgia are busily spreading any conspiracy theory to shift the blame for the Capitol attacks away from Trump. At first, Antifa was to blame. Now it is the FBI. This is because the indictments for some rioters refer to their ‘un-indicted co-conspirators.’  This is standard legal wording in order not to name someone before they have been charged. But in MAGAspeak, it means the co-conspirators have not been indicted because they are FBI agents, and it is all a conspiracy between leftists and the Deep State and George Soros, (because you have to get a Jew in there), not to mention Chy-na and Black Lives Matter. And now Gohmert and Gosar and others are demanding an investigation into the non-existent role of the FBI. The irony is these are the same people who voted against an independent commission into what lay behind the 6 January insurrection. Welcome to post-truth America 2021….


Next week we will have the WTF Summer Stinker 2021, where celebs battle for the coveted prize of the worst dressed of the first half of 2021 with you, the Readers, voting for the winner. But this week, we start our review of the week’s sartorial silliness in Carvis Bay, Cornwall last weekend featuring Louis XV1 and Carrie-Antoinette. Carrie is wearing rented togs from Amanda Wakeley.

WTF has spared you the horror of seeing Johnson alongside Joe Biden (who looks damn good in a suit) and Macron, who is dapper. What a slob our chap is. The suit is terrible, the shoes are terrible, he is terrible. As for Carrie-Antoinette, she resembles one of those women in corporate colours who show you where to go at trade shows…..

Next up, we have Love Island‘s Olivia Atwood launching her clothing range for I Saw It First, a brand beloved of reality stars. And it is BAD….

As WTF remarked the last time she featured I Saw It First, then on Lauren Goodger, she wished she had never seen it at all. As far as she can see, this appears to be a knitted nappy with matching vest, and it is foul. Unless Olivia has incontinence issues, she should rethink her design strategy….

Next up, we have the Duchess of Wessex, Sophie Windsor,  at Royal Ascot, wearing ARoss Girl.

WTF understands that the Royals are having a bad time at the moment, what with Prince Andrew gone to ground, Prince Harry gone to pyscho-babble and Prince Philip gone to Heaven. But in breaking news,  Sophie is planning her own escape and is heading to a nunnery to become a novice.

This is singer Ciara Wilson wearing Mugler.

She is beautiful. The suit is not. She looks like reverse road markings….

Now we are at the Tribeca Film Festival with singer John Legend wearing Burberry.

Mercifully John’s trousers are not as tight as they usually are, where one could be forgiven for thinking that he has put the entirety of his sock drawer down his crotch. But the man-boobage is too much and Burberry Chav look was never good to start with; now it has the further demerit of looking tired. Questions must also be posed about the loafers.

This is former model, former TV presenter, former actress, now radio DJ Kelly Brook wearing who even knows what this is?

Is it a dress? Is it shorts? If Hyacinth Bucket went to a fancy dress party as Hilda Ogden off Corrie, this is what she would look like.

This next one is a serious affront to the eyeballs. Here is Christine Quinn from the estate agent show on Netflix, Selling Sunset, wearing one of the most ridiculous things that WTF has ever seen. Which is saying a lot.

Christine had a baby recently and has been gushing in the press about having “amazing post-partum sex” with her husband a month after giving birth, and that she is “completely healed.” Good for her. It will certainly take WTF more than a month to heal completely or at all after seeing this Cupid hologram getup with its own tunnel-of-love entrance. Yurgle.

And finally, she’s back. WTF speaks of Kim Kardashian wearing a Luis de Javier corset and a trouser suit by Jean Paul Gauthier. Careful now….

As WTF aficionado Ayesha from Stepney remarked, Kim is being slowly absorbed into a bowl of pea soup, but the real nightmare is the corset with its own chameleon tongue lapping at her lady-parts. Linda Lovelace, star of the ground-breaking 1970s blow job movie Deep Throat wrote a book about  how she would go shopping with her vibrator in situ. But sprawling on a sofa for Instagram with your built-in fanny-fondler is another thing altogether.

This week’s It’s Got to Go comes from WTF aficionado Bindy from Wiltshire who is aghast at this horrible footwear from Balenciaga.

It is safe to say that Bindy is not a fan of these, er, things. She writes, ‘ A perfectly foul shape with a snow plough heel, this faecal abomination for feet is composed of a variety of polyester and plastics- which makes the price of well over a grand another thing that does not amuse”. In fact the price is £1165. Bindy is bang on. It’s Got To Go.

OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. Let us meet again next Friday for the WTF Summer Stinker. And keep those splendid suggestions coming in for It’s Got To Gonot to mention your top comments. Be good x.



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WTF Ahoy There Special

Hallo Readers

For a man with an ego as large as his, it is no surprise that Boris Johnson loves a vanity project. After all, whose vanity is projected more on the long- suffering British public than Johnson’s? Londoners have already had to put up with £300,000 water cannons that he was never allowed to use, with his ridiculous cable car and then with the Garden Bridge, which managed to fritter away £60m of ratepayers’ money without a brick laid or a footing dug. Boris is very good at spending other people’s money, as we saw with his recent, albeit  ultimately stymied, redecoration of no 10. Now Johnson has a new notion – a Royal Yacht. Two hundred million pounds worth, to be called The Prince Philip. In the middle of a pandemic.

No one, including HMQ, wants a Royal Yacht. Except Johnson. The Palace has let it be known that she was not consulted about this plaything and that she was not consulted about its name. Had she been consulted on either, there would have been a very different outcome. Be that as it may, Johnson is sailing full steam ahead. He intends to use this folly to help secure trade deals post Brexit, although why Australia, New Zealand, India or anywhere would want to trade with us based on the fact that Liz Truss, Secretary of State for Trade, is standing on the poop as it bobs into harbour, WTF cannot say. Perhaps the idea is to have a Royal on board. Prince Andrew used to have that gig as Trade Ambassador but he is now confined to quarters by his mum. Prince Harry has absented himself from these shores, leaving Wills and Kate, Edward and Sophie or Charles and Camilla to do the honours.

The best part is that the yacht will probably not even be built in the UK. It would be in breach of a WTO agreement apparently. You remember the WTO? It was going to be our saviour after we gave the Europeans the heave-ho. So the yacht will have to be built abroad, and £200m will not even enrich some of our boaty citizens who have to pay for it out of their hard earned taxes. That just about sums upon this Government.The only good thing is that given its record of handing huge contracts to its pals, at least it will not be feathering their nests on this occasion.


We start our review of the week’s clothing chaos with The Former Guy addressing a Republican shindig in Greenville North Carolina. WTF has a question for you after you have surveyed the photograph. Ready?

Here is the question. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE THOSE TROUSERS????????? Take a closer look……

Now as you know, Readers, criticism is alien to WTF’s nature, but these trousers are abominable, even by TFG’s standards. On the night, Twitter was awash with speculation that they were on back to front or that they were incontinence pants. In fact, it turns out that TFG was wearing trousers with a fly and it was just a trick of the light. Be that howsoever it may be, the trewsies are deeply shocking and those crotch creases are, to say the least, puzzling, resembling a blue concertina.

Next up, we are at the CMT Music Awards in Tennessee with singer Lauren Alaina.

These are trousers. Oh, and a skirt thingy. And a fluffy negligee thing, which makes her seem to have a vaporised left tit. Whatever it is, it is frightful.

Now we are at the TV BAFTAs in London with presenter AJ Odudu wearing Tran Hung.

It is quite something to combine a dress which looks like one of those fluffy birdie pencils with an Imminent Minge Moment, but AJ has managed it.

And then there was Strictly Come Dancing presenter Claudia Winkleman, wearing Taller Marmo.

Speaking for herself, WTF is bored-as-bored-can-be-without-becoming-comatose-bored by Claudia’s heavy fringe and blackened eye schtick and the last time she saw an outfit like that, it was on Michael J Fox as Marty McFly.

Here is a newcomer, Golda Rosheuvel (who was Queen Caroline in Bridgerton), wearing Simone Rocha. 

As WTF has observed before, there is quirky and there is stark raving mad. Like this. WTF can but conclude that Golda’s next role is as the Red Queen in another remake of Alice in Wonderland.

He is back! Of course he is! It’s actor Billy Porter attending a drive-in screening of the final series of Pose. Who even knows what this is, except that the shoes are by Rick Owens.

If the Artful Dodger went to a fancy dress party as a bedraggled 18th century doxy with tins cans on her feet, this is what he would look like.

And finally, we have model, influencer and Kylie Jenner’s best friend, Anastasia Karanikolaou, also known as Stassie. 

Stassie has ten million followers on Instagram, which is horrific enough. Even worse, she was GOING OUT TO DINNER in a leotard with a tit window, fishnet tights and matching boots. But that is not the worst bit. CAREFUL NOW!!!!!

No. NO!!!!!!! WTF is fed up with arse cheeks. Stassie has won the Mitchell Brothers Gleaming Bald Heads Prize. WTF has awarded it before and is forced to do it again but hopes she will not have to award it ever again. Please, ladies – just stop it.


This week’s It’s Got to Go comes from WTF aficionado Susie in South-East London, who has had enough of Michael Crawford lookalikey, the Secretary of State for Education Gavin Williamson.

Gavin is a shockingly bad Education Secretary who has messed up the future of a whole generation of schoolkids. But despite having loads of stuff to worry about, Gavin spent the week ranting about the graduate students at Magdalen College Oxford – all ten of them – who voted to remove HMQ’s portrait from their common room. Susie, who has a school-age son, expresses a strong desire to punch Gavin on the nose. She also points out that when he was a failed fireplace salesman in an earlier life, he had an affair with a colleague behind his wife’s back and she and WTF are both astounded that there are at least TWO women  who once wanted to go to bed with this man. Gavin has Got To Go.

OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. Let us meet again next Friday. And keep those splendid suggestions coming in for It’s Got To Gonot to mention your top comments. Be good x.

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WTF Wedding Bells Special

Hallo Readers,

Last weekend, Boris Johnson and his fiancée Carrie Symonds tied the knot at Westminster Cathedral and are now officially man and (third) wife. What a triumph! They threw her Majesty’s Gutter Press off the scent by sending out hold the date invitations for next year and then slipped into church and made  their vows.  If only Boris had paid that much attention to, and had done as much planning for, Covid 19, maybe 135,000 people would not have died. WTF is indebted to aficionado Bindy from Wiltshire for pointing out that Carrie’s rustic wedding reception with the garden of Number 10 Downing Street decorated in hay bales and the bride barefoot in a peasant gown with a diadem of flowers around her head, was like Marie Antoinette playing shepherdess at Le Petit Trianon, only it was SW1 and not Versailles or Arcadia. As for Johnson, you would have taken him for Carrie’s portly parent, the man who gave her away and not the man who got her. 

It came as something of a surprise to learn that Johnson was entitled to marry in a Catholic church, let alone in England’s principal Catholic place of worship. Most of us thought that a thrice-divorced philanderer with at least two children born out of wedlock and another one aborted by a former mistress, would never be allowed inside the porch, let alone up the aisle. But it appears that if your previous nuptials were not conducted under the auspices of the Catholic Church, they do not count. Which probably comes as news to all those divorcés and divorcées who are not Prime Ministers and who did not renounce their faith and seek confirmation as an Anglican, but who have been told to take a hike by parish priests up and down the country when they asked to marry their beloved under Catholic rites……

Meanwhile The Guardian, which has fallen headlong into foolishness, has taken to describing Mrs Johnson as the ‘First Lady’. Not even the Third Lady!  Perhaps The Guardian has not noticed that we are not a Republic and we do not have a POTUS or a FLOTUS, although as someone remarked on Twitter, Johnson’s increasing girth reminds us that we do have a BLOTUS. Or as someone else remarked, a SCROTUS. Carrie Antoinette has aspirations above her station. Which in her case is East Sheen…. It becomes ever more clear that Boris and Carrie Antoinette are set fair for a long and royal reign. Nothing, it appears, can stop them. Certainly not the Labour Party with its inept failure to hit home on any subject. Whatever Johnson does, the public has long ceased to be outraged about it, or even to give a stuff. And so we now have rival royal courts, their Avignon to HMQ’s Rome. It is not the most appetising of choices, but WTF knows which one she would opt for should push come to shove…..


We start our review of the week’s sartorial stinkers with singer Gwen Stefani on set for the finale of The Voice wearing Michael Ngo. 

Gwen’s hair looks like a badger’s bum, the cropped shirt is perhaps one of the silliest garments WTF has ever seen and the enormous red trousers clearly belong to a massively fat fireman.

This is singer Mabel out and about in London wearing who can even say what this is?

Memo to Mabel. Do a bulk buy on moth balls or call in Rentokil, because you have a serious problem in your wardrobe. And not just because it has this jumpsuit in it, resembling  a couple of mouldy lattice-work sausage rolls.

And now we are off to the iHeart Radio Awards in Los Angeles, where we encounter rapper LL Cool J, wearing some terrible old tat.

If a teddy bear went to a fancy dress party as a cuddly Freemason, this is what it would look like. What has he done to his trousers leg? Why has he done it? And why is he wearing a cassette tape around his neck?

Here is a WTF favourite, not to say, regular, singer Doja Cat wearing Brandon Maxwell.

Compare Doja Cat with LL Cool J above. He is wearing comfy leisurewear and looks like a teddybear in a silly hat. His right calf is on show but his arse is not hanging out and you cannot see his chest. Doja Cat, on the other hand,  is wrapped in a roll of chiffon with her panties on full view and her tits making a bid for freedom, like a 21st Century Mata Hari. Equality? Not really.

Next up we have more regulars, musician Machine Gun Kelly wearing Comme des Garçons and his inamorata Megan Fox, wearing Mach and Mach.

Either Megan’s jumpsuit was so tight that it has split across the crotch and her beau is protecting her modesty (too late, sweetie, too late) or he is copping a feel. Either way, Megan is in serious danger of a vulvectomy, because MGK has nails like Edward Scissorhands.

And that is not all because in his silver shorts suit with accessories sweetly  picking up on Megan’s pinkness, he looks like a Victorian silver pageboy. As well as a total knob.

And it gets worse. Here is rapper Megan Thee Stallion wearing Bryan Hearns.

We have seen Megan a few times recently, but this is rock bottom. Literally. As we can see in this snap of Megan and her partner, rapper Pardi Fontaine. Once again, he is fully covered whilst she is showing most of what she has, not that we want to see it. This is not a tit window, this is a tit coastline AND for good measure, Hearns has given us an Imminent Minge Moment. Yurgle. 


This week’s It’s Got to Go comes from WTF aficionado Leslie from Lisson Grove who sent in this horror-show. These jeans are by and they cost £50.

Leslie writes that ‘at my age I really don’t need jeans that make me look like I’ve peed myself’. No one needs them at any age, Leslie. What WTF fails to understand is why you need to buy jeans that look as if you have peed yourself when you can simply piss on an old pair of your own jeans and save yourself the money. It’s preposterous. It’s Got To Go.

OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. Let us meet again next Friday. And keep those splendid suggestions coming in for It’s Got To Gonot to mention your top comments. Be good x.







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WTF Domageddon Special

Hallo Readers,

It is no surprise that our Prime Minister is a bumbling, mendacious oaf living in fear of the next Daily Telegraph editorial. This we already knew. But what we did not know, until it was laid out for us in a sumptuous five-course banquet by Johnson’s former aide Dominic Cummings when he gave evidence to a House of Commons committee on Wednesday, is that Johnson changes his mind more regularly than some men change their socks. We did not know that he revelled, like his role model Donald Trump used to do, in chaos. The reason? Because “that way everyone will look to me to sort to it out”, a strategy which is not only loathsome but also ineffective given his refusal to sort anything out if he could avoid doing so. We did not know that he based his leadership on the Mayor of Amity Island in Jaws. And look how well that worked out for both of themIt is like the British Medical Association developing a new protocol with a desire to emulate Dr Harold Shipman.  And although we might have suspected it, it also appears that Matt Hancock, who had previously attempted to come across as Mr Nice Guy, had regularly been accused of lying to his colleagues and to the public, accusations made both by Cummings and by the Cabinet Secretary. Or that he was only saved from the boot by the fact that Johnson was saving him for later so that he could be the sacrificial lamb when the inevitable enquiry revealed the extent to which the Government’s grip on the crisis had gone tits up.

No one likes Dominic Cummings with the possible exception of his immediate family and WTF is not even willing to vouch for them without proof of their affection. But on the basis that my enemy’s enemy is my friend, at present we all absolutely love Cummings. Yes, he is an arrogant, unpleasant, abusive apparatchik, and horribly right wing with it. He lied about the reasons for his trip to the North East during the height of the first Covid lockdown (while everyone else was shut up indoors for 23 hours a day), lies so blatant that one hardly knew whether to marvel at his audacity or to despise him for the gross contempt in which he so clearly held the public. But because a man is a fully-fledged, card-carrying shit does not mean that he always lies about everything. To WTF’s eye and ear, even discounting the clear animus he felt towards Johnson and Hancock (and who can blame him?), most of what he said appeared to have the ring of truth. And the best part is that having rushed to defend his jaunt to Durham last year, and having praised him for his fatherly concerns in removing himself and his wife and child 260 miles north to Durham, and then driven on a 60-mile round trip to a local beauty spot to test whether his eyes were working, Government Ministers including Hancock are a little stymied in now turning on him and calling him a liar. 

So where does this leave the public? It leaves us with proof positive that over the past year, with our lives overturned, our health put at risk, 130,000 people dead, businesses closing, people sinking into depression and many of us living in abject fear of the unknown, the Government we suspected to have been incompetent was even worse than we thought it was. 


We start our review of the week’s sartorial silliness with singer Katy Perry wearing Mélique Street.

Do not adjust your eyeballs. The coat is deliberately designed to have only one outsized shoulder. WTF tried to think anything more silly and then gave up. Why would anyone want to emulate Shakespeare’s Richard 111? There is a reason why Katy is standing by a dumpster……

Next up, we have actress Lena Dunham wearing Ganni.

Lena is the lovechild of an Edwardian schoolmarm and a willow pattern plate. There is quirky and then there is this……

Here is model Lottie Moss, half-sister of Kate Moss, almost wearing I am Gia.

As you know, criticism is alien to WTF’s nature, but what exactly is the point of Lottie Moss? Were her sister Kate Stone, would she get any attention at all? The hair is an abomination and that is not so much a tit window as a triple French tit window, with the worry about an imminent Minge Moment thrown in for good measure.

To the Billboard Awards 2021 and a real Red Carpet!! Only it’s black. Here is singer Doja Cat, née Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini, wearing Balmain.

If a circus tent went to a fancy dress party as a bat, this is what it would look like. How did Doja Cat manage to walk in those trousers, the hems of which are spooling on the floor like giant melted puddles of seaside rock? She would needs stilts to walk….. and there is always something wrong when your necklace is bigger than your top.

Singer Kehlani, in Tony Ward.

WTF hates a tattooed neck almost above all things, whether male or female, and it looks even worse when it has a pearl necklace on it. Kehlani has wrapped herself in red clingfilm like one of those bundles you get at a kiddies’ party and has preserved her modesty with a bellydancer’s bralet and a taffeta crotch curtain.

Singer Karol G wearing Celia Kritharioti.

Sigh. We have had a tit window and now we have a belly bay worn with a minuscule thong, nipple pasties and blue hair. The whole lot is clearly inspired by Emily the Corpse Bride.

Actress Megan Fox wearing Mugler, accompanying her beau, singer Machine Gun Kelly wearing Balmain.

Machine Gun Kelly looks like his nappy has come loose. As for Megan, that horrible bodice is as if someone has tattooed a large clef on her. Her dress is almost as offensive as her foot blotch.

And finally we have singer Saweetie (née Diamonté Quiava Valentin Harper), wearing Giambattista Valli. Careful now……

There is something very disturbing about that skirt, reminiscent of the giant 33 metre vagina carved into the earth by Juliana Notari in Northern Brazil.

This week’s It’s Got to Go comes from WTF aficionado Jen from Devon, who has brought this nonsense  to WTFs attention. It is called a pillow bra by Sleep & Glo and costs $75.

The point of this is to stop your tits getting crinkled. The blurb says “the pillow bra helps fight skin creases and cleavage wrinkles when sleeping on the side. A must have for ladies with gorgeous forms. Made of premium materials: natural silk and lace from the outside, cotton from the inside. The filling is of tiny foam balls to ensure air circulation”. Yuk. It’s Got To Go.

OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. Let us meet again next Friday. And keep those splendid suggestions coming in for It’s Got To Gonot to mention your top comments. Be good x.



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WTF Clear As Mud Special

Hallo Readers,

How are your holiday plans coming along? Has all that lockdown baking and sourdough starters had a drastic effect on the fit of your summer wardrobe? Are those strappy little tops displaying arms like hocks of ham? Are the budgie-smugglers showing a tummy the size of a Saxon burial mound? WTF can see that these are important matters as you face the prospect of exposing yourself to the gaze of your fellow sun-seekers, but she has three questions for you which are of much more importance. First, do you actually understand the rules about where you can go and where you cannot? Second, do you even care? And third, why on earth do you want to go at all?

On the first point, the Government has maintained its dizzying standard of ineptitude with Ministers issuing messages which make no sense and which contradict each other. We know that we can visit Green-list countries without having to quarantine on our arrival  home (unless you are Welsh, in which case you can only travel if your trip is ‘essential’). Of course, many of the Green-list countries are deemed safe because they are not actually letting anyone in, like Australia and New Zealand; some are in the middle of the freezing South Atlantic and are cold, wintry and boring; others will make you quarantine when you get there like Singapore (which is also boiling hot with a zillion per cent humidity); and Israel may not be wholly attractive to tourists unless they fancy risking bits blown off them as they rush to the air raid shelters. (Yes there is a cease fire, but for how long?). That leaves Iceland, Portugal and Gibraltar, which may be a touch crowded as a result. But what about the Amber list? Should you go or should you stay? Are they OK to visit as long as you quarantine at home after you return? The answer depends upon which Government Minister is wheeled out on media duty. On Wednesday Boris Johnson told Keir Starmer that the policy was perfectly clear.  Er, no it is not. Albert Einstein and Stephen Hawking would struggle to comprehend it.

On the second point, it is abundantly clear that many people do not give a monkey’s about whether they can or should go. They are going! They would crawl over broken glass to go. So what if they bring back something that could see off their neighbours or their colleagues? What do we want, suntan! When do we want it, now! Because everyone has the unalienable right to infect anyone else in order to have two weeks by the pool, some badly-cooked kebabs and lots of cheap booze.

On the third point, why would you want to go at all? On Monday, when some form of semi-demi-normality returned, the airports were packed to the rafters with travellers barely inches from each other as they probably spent more time in a check-in queue and then a passport queue than on the flight to Faro. What insanity is this? How can it possibly be a price worth paying? How can you be sure that whatever the bloke ahead of you in the queue, the one whose suitcase keeps clipping your anklebone, is suffering from will not hit you within days of your arrival at the hotel of your dreams? Or that the bartender has not got who knows which strain of the virus as he pours you a cocktail? Are you all completely mad? 


We start our review of the week’s fashion fiascos with Stylist of the Year Law Roach wearing GmbH at the première of Cruella in Los Angeles.

It is May in Los Angeles and Law is wrapped in an off-the-shoulder fur coat showcasing his tattoos and looking like a particularly mangy lion in stiletto boots.

Next up, we have model Demi Rose Mawby,  wearing her own range for Pretty Little Thing. Brace yourselves.

Demi is giving us oodles of under-boob falling out of a giant tit window. The bodice only reinforces the impression that she has a pair of twins asleep on her chest with matching bonnets. And that thing dangling down is horribly reminiscent of a tampon string.

Here is singer Katy Perry on the set of American Idol wearing Tomas Maticevski.

Katy is giving up the pop stuff and having a shot at grand opera, kicking off with Madame Butterfly. Memo to Katy – I know you have had a baby recently, but those trousers seems to presage a bad case of Call for the Canesten.

The rest of the blog is from the MTV Movie & TV Awards in Los Angeles, starting with actor Chase Stokes (Outer Banks) wearing Fendi.

WTF is an equal opportunities abuser. She hates sheer on women and she also hates it on men. And that is A LOT of red. Chase looks like an elongated red pepper in fancy trainers.

This is actress Addison Rae wearing Christopher Esper.

The jacket and palazzo pants are lovely, as is she, but WTF deplores a tit bandage almost above all things. It is as if someone had taken her chest hostage. And why is she wearing a tiara around her waist?

 Now we have actress Victoria Pedretti (You), wearing Louis Vuitton.

WTF has not got the faintest idea what this is supposed to be, but whatever it is, it is frightful. If Victoria were a new show, it would be called Aladdin gets ripped off in Paris.

This person is influencer and beauty vlogger Bretman Rock, who won the award for Social Breakthrough Star. He is wearing a jacket by Materiel, trousers by Mia Vesper and Rick Owens boots.

Here is the good news. His hair is lovely and he has the sweetest face. The bad news. Everything else is dismal, but special minus points for the ridiculous shoes with blue perspex heels which look like a couple of plug in air fresheners.

And finally, here is actress Madison Bailey (Outer Banks) wearing Versace.

Do you remember those Yoyo dolls you used to make at school using circles of leftover scraps of fabric? It seems that Versace remembered them as well…….


This week’s It’s Got to Go comes from WTF aficionado Yvonne from Jedburgh who saw this tweet from FiJustFi (@bitchystichy). HERE IS A WARNING !!!. THIS IS BAD!!!!!

Pussy hair on your pussy. Moggy fur on your minge. There goes your breakfast. It’s Got To Go.

OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. Let us meet again next Friday. And keep those splendid suggestions coming in for It’s Got To Gonot to mention your top comments. Be good x.








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WTF Brits and Pieces Special

Hallo Readers,

Some bad things have been done in the name of tourism. (Remember tourism?) Every year save f0r 2020, sunny seaside spots in Spain, Cyprus and Greece are overrun with visitors who get horribly drunk, copulate on car bonnets and are rowdy, disrespectful and unmanageable. Stag and hen parties terrorise peaceful citizens in picturesque cities, running amok and having punch-ups on planes. Football fans routinely smash up cafes, pubs and bars and indulge in oik-to-oik combat with rival home supporters. But WTF is struggling to recall any touristic incident in which thousands of feral deplorables storm a nation’s Parliament, smashing in doors and windows to effect entry, attack policemen with flags, attempt to gouge out officers’ eyes, call loudly for the hanging of the country’s Vice-President (having handily erected a set of gallows in front of the building), piss in the corridors and leave billets-doux for prominent politicians indicating that for them, the end is nigh. Oh, and cause, directly or indirectly, the death of four policemen. WTF is also struggling to see how such actions qualify as tourism, as opposed to bloody insurrection, sedition and domestic terrorism.

But apparently, WTF is wrong. As wrong as wrong can be. One of the GOP’s finest, Rep. Andrew Clyde of Georgia, said on Wednesday that the events of January 6 in Washington were merely ‘acts of vandalism’ and that it was a ‘boldfaced lie‘ to call what happened that day an ‘insurrection’. He told a Congressional Committee enquiring into where the armed forces were on that day, ‘Watching the TV footage of those who entered the Capitol and walked through Statuary Hall showed people in an orderly fashion staying between the stanchions and ropes, taking videos, pictures… You know, if you didn’t know the TV footage was a video from 6 January, you would actually think it was a normal tourist visit.’

No, actually, Rep. Clyde, you would not think that unless you were either a complete moron or someone who has broken his oath of office and whose only interest has been distilled into telling lies on behalf of the Former Guy.

Not that Rep. Clyde is alone in his beliefs. Rep. Paul Gosar of Arizona told the same hearing  ‘Outright propaganda and lies are being used to unleash the national security state against law-abiding U.S. citizens, especially Trump voters’  and Rep. Ralph Norman of South Carolina dismissed the absurd notion that the men and women wreaking havoc that day were Trump supporters, despite the fact that they wore MAGA hats, chanted his name, carried flags with his face on it and were described by the man himself as ‘great patriots’ and told ‘we love you – you’re very special’.

And so yesterday was another terrible day for truth. Not only did the House Republicans remove out their third in command because she refused to peddle the Big Lie that the US election had been stolen; but some of them then used their roles on a House Committee enquiring into the insurrection to gaslight the nation by denying that it was an insurrection and to deny what everyone saw and heard on that day. Apparently, this was not attempted murder and mayhem, and a coup to keep a man in office who lost by seven million votes; this was a self-guided tour of the Capitol with optional extras of lynching, assault, battery, criminal damage and theft. And the worst thing of all – people all across the US believe that it is true.


We start the survey of the the week’s clothing clunkers with singer Miley Cyrus on Saturday Night Live, wearing Schiaparelli.

Deary me. Madonna was giving us conical bras decades ago, but Schiaparelli has gone further still. Doubtless, after the shirt has fallen foul of a coffee stain or yellowed or whatever, you can cut it up and use it as nippled placemats. Disturbing.

Next up, we have singer Rosalía wearing Oresund Iris. Brace yourselves.

There is obviously some sort of post-Covid thrift going on. First we have a shirt with built-in nippled placemats, and now we have a straitjacket doubling as a corset. And since this excrescence costs £588, you would be in need of one for being mad enough to pay that much.

And now we have megastar Beyoncé posing on Instagram wearing KNWLS.

KNWLS stands for Charlotte Knowles, a young English designer, and not Beyoncé Knowles. WTF has seen some daft outfits in her time, and this one is right up there, reminiscent of those photographs of celebritees stark naked with their body painted…..

Now we are off to the Brit Awards on London where appallingness was in great abundance. First up is singer Harry Styles wearing Gucci (of course he is).

WTF has some admiration for the jacket, but not when worn with those ghastly bellbottom trousers and the stupid handbag. The whole thing is very 1970’s front room, and that is not a compliment.

Singer Dua Lipa, wearing Vivienne Westwood.

Sigh. WTF loves Dame Viv’s creations and she loves this one as far as it goes. The problem is that it does not go far enough, i.e. it is an imminent Minge Moment, she is flashing her suspenders and she looks likes something out of a Toulouse-Lautrec drawing.

Actor and singer Billy Porter, wearing threeASFOUR. 


Do you think he owns a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt? It is getting boring now. Those boots are made for walking … the trashcan. The handbag is only suitable for a two year old girl. Billy is not Audrey Hepburn and threeASFOUR is certainly not Hubert Givenchy.

Singer Olly Alexander from Years and Years wearing Gucci.

Olly did a fabulous duet with Elton John, singing It’s a Sin with great panache. But even so, it was not enough to keep him out of this blog because this nonsense is not to be borne, from the blue shirt thingy to the S&M harness to the dead birdies on his arms and the overall impression of an uber-gay Puck in an avant-garde production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

 More fluffiness, this time on singer Celeste, wearing Ashley Williams.

If a baby raven went to a fancy dress party as a ballerina, this is what it would look like.

And finally, singer and musician MNEK (né Uzoechi Osisioma Emenike) wearing Robert Wun.

And before you ask, WTF would have disliked the outfit had it been worn by Celeste or Dua Lipa. How did he walk in those trewsies without going arse over tit? What the hell has he got on? And why is he wearing a pleated valance WITH A MATCHING HANDBAG? 

This week’s It’s Got to Go comes from WTF aficionado Ben from Bromley, who brought this foul thing to WTF’s attention. Once again, brace yourselves….

This shocker comes from a company called and costs a massive $49. Ben came across it on Facebook and contacted WTF to ask (hopefully tongue-in-cheek) whether she thought it would be a good present for his wife. WTF counselled against. Its’s horrendous. It’s Got To Go.

OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. Let us meet again next Friday. And keep those splendid suggestions coming in for It’s Got To Gonot to mention your top comments. Be good x.



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WTF Cancel Culture Special

Hallo Readers,

Voltaire famously said ‘I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.’ Except that it was not actually Voltaire who said it but the writer Beatrice Evelyn Hall, who published a book about him under a pseudonym, S. G. Tallentyre. Be that howsoever it may be, the principle is one with which – in principle – we all agree. But what would either Voltaire or Miss Hall have said about Facebook’s decision in January 2021 to ban The Former Guy, a ban which this week it extended for another six months?

Supporters of TFG have been up in arms, screaming about ‘cancel culture’,  despite the fact that the GOP is about to sack its no 3 in Congress, Liz Cheney, because she is not prepared to support the lie that TFG won the November 2020 Presidential Election but had it stolen from him by all or any of Joe Biden (‘The Present Guy’), Democrats, Chyn-ah, the late President Chavez of Venezuela (who died in 2013), the manufacturers of the voting machines and/or the software for the voting machines, [add any other unlikely and innocent suspects as wished]. They have also been screaming about free speech and the First Amendment, which does not apply to private companies like Facebook and Twitter. But they have not addressed their mind to the distinction between free speech and blatant lies. And to the consequences of TFG’s blatant lies which have all but brought democracy to its knees in the US with millions of morons brainwashed into believing that TFG should be TPG and TPG should either be in jail or in a home for the terminally bewildered, with the GOP now showing the door to anyone who says differently. 

WTF sees no reason why private companies with – admittedly poor enforced – terms of use should allow blatant lies to be peddled to millions of people, who then repeat them blindly; because if you have read it on Twitter or FaceBook, it must be true. And if you have read it a zillion times, how can it not be true? People only tend to read the tweets and posts of those who share their views, and so truth is defined by volume and repetition, and before you know it rampant fantasy becomes fact and contradiction becomes intolerable. And so TFG should not be allowed to lie on these platforms, and those who oppose him should not be thrown out on their ear because they try and stop the madness. But sadly, it is probably too late, because, as we saw in the summer of 2016 with Brexit and the £350,000,000 a week for the NHS, and in the autumn of 2016 when Mexico was going to pay for the Wall, and now in 2020 and 2021 when TFG had the election stolen from him, lies are just alternative facts that permit of no other alternative.


We start our review off the week’s vomit-making vestments with WTF’s favourite Z lister, celebritee Lizzie Cundy, arriving at her birthday celebrations in London, wearing something nasty and Louboutin bootees.

Lizzie does not look like the Lizzie of recent years and THAT Lizzie did not look like the Lizzie before that and there has clearly been some more interference with the workings of nature. Oh – and blonde is so not her colour. As for the outfit, the dress with that oversized ruffle looks like a particularly virulent snake about to bite. Yurgle.

Next up, we have mega-celebritee Kim Kardashian wearing a load of old nonsense.

No designer has owned up to this. Good call. If Cleopatra went to a fancy dress party wrapped in rug offcuts, this is what she would look like.

Here is model Chrissy Teigen at the Vax Live global event, wearing Valdrin Sahati.

This is the lovechild of a chair and a pumpkin that has been subject to a knife attack by a frenzied lunatic. Who knows? Maybe it originally started off with full sleeves (or at least a symmetrical bodice) before loony boy got going. And what is the point of a modesty panel which fails to achieve modesty and where the flesh colour is not the colour of the wearer’s skin? Frankly, Chrissy should take  that train, wrap it all around her like a shroud and slink away……

This is ‘influencer’ Tana Mongeau (she has 5.7 m Instagram followers), wearing not enough.

O.M.G.  Someone should influence Tana to wear more clothes, including a top that covers at least some parts of her tits and which does not look like a cat’s cradle.

Now we go to the cast party for the TV show Pose which wrapped up its final ever episode this week. There were were some utter shockers on view, starting with actor Angel Bismark Curiel wearing Lanvin.

WTF does not even want to think about why Angel’s hand is down his trousers, like a pervy Napoleon. As for the outfit, someone at Lanvin has clearly been watching a rerun of Casablanca and has fixated on the dastardly but charming Capt. Renault….

And here is actor Jason Rodriguez, wearing who can even say what this is.

This is like an über-camp suit of armour with a willy vajazzle.

Back again, our old friend actor and singer Billy Porter wearing Robert Wun.

WTF has seen Billy look stupendous in skirts and ballgowns, but this is not his finest hour, half washerwoman, half Joseph in his coat of many colours. What is this Joseph thing? A few weeks ago, we had actor Darren Criss in his Balmain version and now Billy. Stop. It. Now.

 And finally this is actress Mj Rodriguez, wearing Jean Paul Gaultier Couture.

It is difficult to know what to hate most. Is it the nip slip? Is it the foot blotch? Or is the truly terrible dress like an explosion in a corset factory?


This week’s It’s Got to Go comes (separately) from WTF aficionados Yvonne from Jedburgh and Daniel from Stevenage, both of whom are rightly appalled by Tony Blair’s hair.

Look. We all got shaggy over lockdown. WTF herself resembled a greying scotty dog. But this is truly the stuff of nightmares…he looks like Bob in Twin Peaks. Is there no pair of kitchen scissors in any of the Blairs’ many houses?  It’s Got To Go.

OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. Let us meet again next Friday. And keep those splendid suggestions coming in for It’s Got To Gonot to mention your comments. Be good x.











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WTF Oscars Super-Special

Hallo Readers,

WTF’s friends and relations will readily affirm that she is a spendthrift and likes a label. Her house is decorated with Farrar & Ball paint and Indian silk cushions from Good Earth in Delhi. But here is the difference between WTF  on the one hand and our Prime Minister and his consort Carrie Antoinette on the other. WTF paid for her décor herself out of money she earned herself and is not beholden to anyone as a result of it.

It is a good job that Johnson and Carrie Antoinette are together because that way, only two people are unhappy instead of four. WTF has never taken to Carrie Antoinette because (i) how can you like someone who finds that portly, mendacious scoundrel attractive? (ii) she appears to have a champagne taste on a Chardonnay income (iii) she has a permanent smirk and (iv) she has now dissed John Lewis, the nation’s beloved High Street department stores, an act of extreme and unwarranted snobbery that borders on plain unpatriotic. But Carrie Antoinette is not the problem. She is not elected to anything. The problem is her fiancé, who has yet again demonstrated, not that we did not already know it, that he regards the electorate, the Ministerial Code of Conduct, and basic decency with contempt. Sending out his minions to parrot the phrase ‘he has paid for it and there is nothing to see here and let us talk about the vaccine roll-out’ does not fool anyone, because we all know that there would be a lot to see if only Johnson would draw back the Lulu Lytle drapes and let us have a look. This blasé approach also failed to convince the Electoral Commission that rules have not been broken, and it has launched an investigation into who paid what to whom and when and why. Which means that yet again, our Prime Minister is being investigated for potentially dodgy and dishonest conduct. On top of everything he has done to date….

Readers, if Johnson and Carrie Antoinette want to decorate their current home like an Edwardian knocking shop, that is a matter for them, their eyeballs and their credit cards. But when the money for the knocking shop came from Lord or Lady Bigwig, whoever he or she may be, we have to ask why Lord or Lady Bigwig was giving money for £11,000 owl lanterns and £9,000 sofas and ever-so-floral wallpaper at £840 a roll, and what, if anything, was expected in return. And, more to the point, whether he or she has actually received, or expects to receive, any sort of quid pro quo for the outlay. If we do not know who he or she is, we cannot know whether he or she has been rewarded for  with a nice big Government contract or a tax break or what have you. And on top of the torrent of slurry rolling through Whitehall with PPE contracts for people who knew the people to know, and appointments for unadvertised jobs, and what knows what else, it stinks to High Heaven. And that is why it matters. Because we can all smell it, at which, like Trinculo in The Tempest,  our noses are in great indignation.


Our review of the week’s sartorial slurry concentrates on the more sombre 2021-Covid-version of the Oscars, starting with the musical director for the ceremony, musician Questlove (né Ahmir Khalib Thompson), wearing some weird shit. Scroll down slowly…..

There was room for a whole band in those trousers, but WTF’s disapprobation is reserved for the gold Crocs. GOLD CROCS!!!! Here is a WTF rule. Crocs, of any material and in any colour, are an abomination in the sight of the Lord. Even on chefs. These ones are like a couple of perforated gold ingots.

Singer H.E.R. (née Gabriella Sarmiento Wilson), Winner of the Oscar for Best Song (Fight For You in Jesus and the Black Messiah), wearing Dundas.


The colour is fantastic and it was all going so well until you get to the see-though belly dancer’s trousers. And as regular Readers will know, WTF hates a see-through trouser almost above all things….


Actor Callum Scott Howells, wearing JW Anderson at Elton John’s Oscars party in London.

Young Callum, who made his name in the recent hit series It’s A Sin, is wearing a most puzzling ensemble, the love child of Bertie Wooster in spats and an Austrian mountain climber. And heaven knows what that thing is around his neck – is it keeping his head on?









Actress Halle Berry, wearing Dolce & Gabbana.

It is always hard to love the colour puce, and this is puce. Not to mention the fact that the combination of the said puce and the swooshy bits around her waist suggest that she had an ill-fated encounter with Game of Thrones’ Ramsay Bolton, as a result of which her innards are falling out. Meanwhile, whoever was responsible for that haircut should be sued into penury.

Actress Amanda Seyfried wearing Armani.

Amanda looks amazing in red and Armani’s workmanship is exquisite, but what on earth is happening in the tits department? As WTF aficionado Sally remarked, she may have been up for Best Supporting Actress (in Mank) but she had no support from her own dress. The ruffly bits must be tickling her armpits and remind WTF of those feather flirt stick sex toys.

Producer Dana Murray, wearing Christopher John Rogers, and Writer/Director Pete Docter. They won the Oscar for Best Animated Film (Soul).

The pattern of Dana’s dress is pretty but the cut is preposterous. Top marks to WTF aficionado Rebecca from Cornwall who pointed out the similarity in its shape to Blueberry Girl from Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.

Actor Colman Domingo, wearing Versace.

It fits him beautifully but there is colourful and there is over the top. This passed over the top way back and is heading towards extreme retinal damage. Frankly, flamingos would need sunglasses…..

And now two people nominated for an Oscar who took the whole thing too literally and came dressed as an Oscar in actual gold. First, we have Leslie Odom Jr (nominated for Best Supporting Actor in One Night in Miami), wearing Brioni.

Is that a mask around his neck or a polo neck?  And then we have actress Andra Day (nominated for Best Actress in People v Billie Holiday) wearing Vera Wang.

Both of them were amazing in their respective films, but sadly not in their choice of apparel. It is as if they are covered in that gold liquid slime you can buy on Amazon. At least Leslie did not have his arse hanging out…..

Finally we have actress Laura Dern, wearing Oscar de la Renta. 

WTF loves Laura but not when she is dressed as if emerging from an egg like a new-born chick in a sweater.


This week’s It’s Got to Go comes from WTF aficionado Leslie from Lisson Grove, who is very unamused by the Prince Philip Memorial Teddy Bear. 

Leslie says, ‘the day before Prince Philip’s funeral, this delightful advert appeared in The Times. I cannot decide what annoys me most, that it appeared in the Times or that it appeared anywhere! By the way, this pile of land fill costs £249 + P&P’. As ever, Leslie is bang on the money. Prince Philip was many things but he was not cuddly and he did not have embroidered feet. This is literally stuff and nonsense. It’s Got To Go.

OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. Let us meet again next Friday. And keep those splendid suggestions coming in for It’s Got To Gonot to mention your comments. Be good x.



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WTF Not-So-Super Special

Hallo Readers,

‘And the Lord God prepared a gourd and made it to come up over Jonah  that it might be a shadow over his head to deliver him from grief. So Jonah was exceeding glad of the gourd. But God prepared a worm when the morning came the next day and it smote the gourd that it withered.’

And that, Readers, is the story of the European Super League. One day it was there. The next day, like Jonah’s gourd, it had withered. The idea was that AC Milan, Arsenal, Atletico Madrid, Barcelona, Chelsea, Inter Milan, Juventus, Liverpool, Manchester City, Manchester United, Real Madrid and Tottenham would all play each other in midweek games. There would be no promotion, relegation or elimination, just an endless loop of football to delight television viewers across the world. Players would be flying all over Europe during the week and dragging themselves back for ordinary Premier league games at the weekend. Only you can bet your bottom euro that the star players would be kept on ice for the midweek games and the babies would be wheeled out to play Burnley or West Brom. To hell with the fans. These  billionaire owners do not care about the local fans. This is not about love of the club. It is about money – the money you get from selling the games to TV and selling shirts. That is why games are now played on every day of the week to suit the TV schedules. That is why London fans have to drag themselves up to Manchester on a Monday night with no chance of getting home before 2 am because the game has to start at 8 pm, and vice versa  That is why a match ticket costs more than a trip to Covent Garden. That is why clubs change their strip every season and have three strips, which they flog at exorbitant prices. Do you think these guys understand the love affair between a fan and his or her football club? Clearly they do not, because the outcry from this licence to print money was so great, and the threats from the Premier League and UEFA to ban every player from any competition so swift, that the six English club owners crumbled like Arsenal’s defence and backed down, offering profuse apologies drafted by their PR teams. 

Football has long been about greed – the outrageous salaries paid to players, the outrageous fees paid for players, the outrageous commissions made by agents, the repeated squeezing and inconveniencing of the fans. With the exception of Russia’s Roman Abramovich, who cannot actually get to see his team Chelsea play live because the UK will not let him in, most of the billionaires who own the UK clubs never come and watch a game because they live in the US or in Monaco and probably do not even like football –  or should that be soccer? It is significant that the big German clubs were never going to put their noses in the trough because German law provides that fans have a major stake, and so they would never have consented to it. The Super League was a chance to make some very rich captains of industry even richer. It failed. But they will come up with something else sooner or later.  And it won’t be the supporters they are thinking about when they do it.


We start our review of the week’s clothing chaos with model and TV presenter Heidi Klum in silly leather trousers.

Imagine going through a metal detector in those – there would be armed police and doggies and evacuation orders and all sorts. Plus they are downright pervy, like something you’d find in one of those dodgy clubs off Berlin’s Reeperbahn. 

We next visit the Latin American Music Awards where we encounter singer Christian Chavez, wearing Jusef Sanchez.

This suit appears to be the lovechild of a job-lot of pockets and the safari suit worn by Prince Charles on his trip to Uluru with then wife St Diana of Kensington. There’s a profusion of dangly bits, no shirt, not even of any kind, and not enough trouser leg. This could be one of the silliest suits WTF has ever seen, and that is saying something.

She’s back! Yes, it is actress Dascha Polanco, wearing House of Jewel.

The lovely Dascha has ventured out in an elongated straitjacket, a miniature stockade around her neck and a turd topknot.


Now we are off to the American Country Music Awards where we find a newcomer to these pages, singer Devin Dawson wearing something surprising.

YEE-HAW!! WTF is surmising that Devin did a spot of bareback riding prior to the ceremony and fell off into a large cowpat.

Also there was singer Ingrid Andress, wearing custom Stella McCartney. 

Regular reasons will know that WTF has long thought that Stella has been taking the piss and here is yet more evidence, were more evidence required, which it was not, that she was right. What is this recent thing for macrame tits? Last week, we saw Maisie Williams in a macrame potholder bra and here is Ingrid with a conical bra like Brunnhilde wearing a macrame wall hanging. Please can this stop?

And here is the host of there event, actor and singer Leslie Jordan wearing something colourful.

He is attired in one of those painted backdrops you hire for parties. It is fun, but the effects of those overly-snug trousers could be rather less than fun when he removes them. As for the boots, WTF prefers not to speak of them….

Finally, and horribly, former Big Brother contestant Chanelle McCleary wearing a ‘jacket’ by Zara and alleged ‘trousers’ by Pretty Little Thing. WARNING – THIS IS BAD!


You have to stoop pretty low to make Lauren Goodger look classy, but compared to Chanelle here, Lauren is Audrey Hepburn. The ‘jacket’ has been tied so as to act as a Minge Mask and the ‘trousers’ appears to be no more than a pair of tights with the pattern nicked from the album cover of Pink Floyd’s The Wall. And how does she put then on and off with those talons?


This week’s It’s Got to Go comes from WTF aficionados everywhere, who cannot stand the sight of our Prime Minister turning up on important State occasions like a sack of shit. It was bad the other week when he announced the demise of Prince Philip while giving the impression that he had just got out of bed. This week he pitched up at the Virtual Climate Change Summit looking like he’s been popped into the oven at 220 C.

What is it about the British that they cannot get the hang of sunscreen? The sun burns your skin, even in this troglodyte nation. Especially when your normal pallor is that of a peeled prawn. It’s Got to Go.

OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. Let us meet again next Friday. And keep those splendid suggestions coming in for It’s Got To Gonot to mention your comments. Be good x.




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WTF Snouts in Trough Special

Hallo Readers,

You may recall that in September 2015, just after David Cameron was elected as Prime Minister for the second time, someone published a trashy book alleging that, as a student at Oxford, he had poked a pig’s head as part of an initiation ceremony into some posh boys’ food-throwing booze-fest. The story was probably untrue, based as it was on second or third hand hearsay, but it served to distract us from the horrors of austerity and UKIP.  Less than a year later, following the debacle of the Brexit referendum caused by Cameron’s hubris and folly, he had sidled out of the door of Downing Street into relative obscurity, to the great disappointment of nobody. But if you thought that he was just writing his dreary memoirs, you would have thought wrong. Cameron may not have poked the pig, but his snout was deep in the trough. He went to work for Greensill, a company owned by an Australian called Lex (né Alexander) Greensill, which specialised in supply-chain finance (also known as reverse-factoring). When he was still in no 10, Lex Greensill apparently had cards showing him as a Special Adviser to no 10. In 2016, Cameron became an adviser to Greensill with share options worth ££££££. Of course, Cameron was not there for his business expertise, but for his address book. When Greensill began to fail, Cameron started earning those share options. A text to Rishi Sunak (who replied that he was ‘pushing’ his team to make things happen). Phone calls to other Treasury Ministers. An ‘informal’ drink with Matt Hancock, with Lex Greensill present. Had the company flourished, Cameron could have been looking at millions of pounds in stock. Sadly (for him, not to mention the company’s creditors), it collapsed and the only people who will get anything out of it are M’Learned Friends, who are currently dancing round Lincoln’s Inn Fields in high excitement and laying in the champers.

It stinks. Indeed, the stench is worse than a roomful of farting ferrets.  Cameron tried to ride it out, failed, and this week issued a statement to the effect that he had done nothing wrong, but accepted his communications with ministers should have been ‘done through only the most formal of channels, so there can be no room for misinterpretation’. And now there is to be an enquiry into the matter led by – wait for it – a senior partner of a magic circle law firm which has acted in opposition to tightening the laws against lobbying, which were promised by, but not enacted by, a certain David Cameron.

The stench of entitlement lingers around Tory politicians and it keeps on lingering. Do not forget that on leaving office in 2016, Chancellor George Osborne walked into a one-day-a-week job at Blackstone for a measly £650,000 a year; Blackstone, which just happened to own large parts of Uber, which the Tory Government waved through as a taxi rival to black cabs. Only recently, we have had Johnson and the money which found its way into the bank account of his ‘technology tutor’ Jennifer Arcuri when he was Mayor of London and just happened to be sleeping with her at the time; Robert Jenrick, who waived through planning permission for Lord Desmond, whom he just happened to have sat next to at a charity dinner; the contracts for PPE which just happened to be awarded to all manner of people known to Ministers and their advisers and civil servants; and appointments for jobs which were never advertised but just happened to be given to wives of Ministerial mates. Only this morning we learn that Matt Hancock’s sister’s company, a specialist in paper shredding, gets NHS contracts and he has been given shares in it. Nobody ever says sorry, or puts their hand up to having done wrong. Never mind wearing a face mask – with this lot, you need a nose peg.


We start our review of the week’s sartorial shockers with Love Island Celebritee Jess Gale wearing something frightful.

Jess has a twin who is also all hair, tits and teeth, but WTF took the view that one of them was more than enough, not least where Jess’s twins are bursting out in a surfeit of under-boob, barely restrained by a strap like an Elastoplast. Meanwhile that fake tan is giving The Former Guy a run for his money……

And here is another celebritee, only this one is a billionaire –  Kim Kardashian, wearing who knows what.

GI Jane meets Pussy in Boots. Just. Go Away.


Next up, we have actress Maisie Williams wearing H&M, for whom she is the new Global Sustainability Ambassador.

If Arya Stark came across anyone wearing this excrescence, she would probably take her trusty Needle Sword and swipe the straps off the over-bra, which appears to have been sustainably, but unfathomably, recycled from an old macrame pot holder.

To the BAFTAs in London, where we encounter actress Priyanka Chopra wearing Pertegaz and her spouse, singer Nick Jonas, wearing Armani.

Regular Readers will know that these two get right up WTF’s nose, as they have made smugness into an art form.  He has managed to find an Armani suit which simultaneously is too big on the shoulders and too short in the leg, while she is wearing a jacket with not so much as a tit window as a gaping gateway, paired with ridiculous harem trousers. As for the black pop sox under white trewsies, the last time WTF saw something similar, it was on the late Princess Diana. 


Also there was actress Cynthia Erivo, wearing Louis Vuitton.

WTF is unsure what is worse, the sparkly talons or the heavy armour-like top, putting one in mind of Brienne of Tarth. (Both Brianne and Arya in one post – blimey).

Actress Janelle Monae is posing by the pool somewhere in Mexico, wearing PatBo.

She is lovely, but the dress has two major flaws. First, it is sheer, and we are all bored by sheer. Second, and more importantly, it has shell-tits, like My Little Mermaid.

This is actor Darren Criss at the Costume Designers Guild Awards, wearing Balmain.

Meet Joseph and his Amazing Technicolour Nightmarecoat. Darren looks as if someone has thrown up over him, having first consumed several cartons of M&Ms. 

Finally, the presenter on the night. actress Lana Condor, wearing Prabal Gurung.

Prabal Gurung is taking the piss. This seems to have been inspired by a malignant burgundy bird nesting on a parcel of silk in Liberty’s fabric department, and what the trousers have to do with the piece of fish, WTF cannot say.


This week’s It’s Got to Go comes from WTF aficionado Susie from Greenwich, who is sick to the back teeth of being made to feel like a war criminal simply because she wants to drive her car around London. On Wednesday it took Susie TWO HOURS to drive from Greenwich to Islington (for lunch with WTF’s garden as it happens), a journey of eleven miles. And another two hours back again. Roads that used to be open have now are not and Susie notes that ‘Thirty years of cut-through knowledge have been cut off by bloody planters at every turn’, and adds ruefully that she was forced to ‘do more U-turns than Gavin bloody Williamson’. And have you tried driving along the Euston Road these days with cycle lanes taking up more room than car lanes? You could hop backwards quicker. It’s Got to Go.

OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. Let us meet again next Friday. And keep those splendid suggestions coming in for It’s Got To Gonot to mention your comments. Be good x.




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