WTF Life On Mars Special

Hallo Readers,

A goes out with his mate B in the small Welsh town where he was born. A was a footballer playing for a big club, B a footballer playing for a minor club. Much alcohol is taken. B picks up a very drunk girl at a chip shop and takes her back to his hotel room, booked in his name but paid for by A. En route, he texts A that he “has got a bird”. B and the girl start having sex. A arrives at the hotel and cons his way to a key by claiming that B doesn’t need the room after all. He opens the door, whereupon B asks the girl “can my friend join in?” A then has sex with her, not speaking to her and with no idea of her name. He does not ask her if it is ok to have unprotected sex. B finishes his business and leaves. A stops half way through and leaves by the fire escape, walking two miles to his parents’ home despite a bad ankle, not a great idea for a professional footballer. The girl wakes up next morning with no recollection of anything, including how she got there. CCTV identifies A and B. They are charged with rape. B is acquitted. A is convicted, his career ruined. After serving two and a half years inside, he comes out and eventually wins a retrial. He is acquitted after two separate witnesses come forward and testify that they had each had sex with the girl days before A and B and she had been sexually voracious and shouted “fuck me harder”, the language she allegedly used with A and B. The fact that there was a £50,000 reward offered by A was of course nothing to do with it. Not even at all.

Ched Evans (A) is a piece of filth. For that matter so is B, Clayton Macdonald, but this piece is not about him. After reading the evidence of the retrial, and in between wanting to scrub herself clean with a Brillo pad, WTF found herself  wishing that there was a statutory offence of being a piece of filth, in which case Evans would still be inside. At best, he clearly took advantage of a drunken woman who probably had no idea who she was with and certainly had no idea that his pals were trying to film the scene through the window on their smartphone. Evans might as well have had sex with a blow up doll for the degree of engagement he had with her. Years ago, Erica Jong wrote a book called Fear of Flying featuring the “zipless fuck”. Evans acknowledged he had behaved badly, but this is not about failing to phone afterwards or saying thank you. This was using a drunken girl as a piece of meat. This, even if a jury did not think there was enough evidence of rape, was vile.

Not to Evans’ band of flatulent, rabid supporters however, busy on Facebook and Twitter even whilst the trial was going on. To them, Ched is the victim. The woman should be sued (not that she has any money). She should be named and shamed (although her name has been outed many times, forcing her to change it several times). She should go to prison. She is a slag, although having sex with a drunken woman whose name you do not even know and after your mate has done with her is just what lads do on a night out, isn’t it? The fact that she had sex with other men and, gasp, took the lead means that she must a slag, right?  And so, with the blessing of the Court of Appeal and the permission of the trial judge, British Justice slid back to the days of Life on Mars when women claiming to have been raped could be cross-examined on their sexual history and men and, (God help us) women felt free to condemn them as trollops for having slept with other men. And they still do.

So Readers, in the closing stages of 2016, it is apparently fine to take advantage of a drunken woman. Evans told the police that he could have any girl he wanted because “Footballers are rich and they have money. That is what girls like.” Just as Karena Virginia told us yesterday that Donald Trump approached her without knowing who she was, grabbed her breasts and asked Don’t you know who I am?”. Grown-up, decent people know exactly who both of them are. And they don’t like it one little bit.


We start our review of the week’s fashion foolishness with actress Jessica Biel, wearing Zeynep Arçay.

NEW ORLEANS, LA - OCTOBER 15: Actress Jessica Biel attends the New Orleans Premiere of "The Book of Love" at the Entergy Giant Screen Theater on October 15, 2016 in New Orleans, Louisiana. (Photo by Josh Brasted/Getty Images)

WTF has never understood why someone with two arms would wear something with only one sleeve, a trend she hates almost above all things.  Jessica is of course very lovely but thanks to Zeynep Arçay, she resembles a mouldy avocado. Note also the perils of borrowed shoes – these are at least two sizes too big and a veritable health hazard.

We encounter actor and comedian Simon Pegg at an airport somewhere.


Is the corridor to the departure gate under water? Has Simon joined the Masons? Why has he rolled up his trouser legs? What the actual fuck?

This is actress Genevieve Angelson at the premiere of her new TV series Good Girls Revolt, wearing Celine and horrible boots.


Last week, WTF compared Rita Ora’s Giuseppe Zanotti boots to “something worn by Robin Hood when calling to court Maid Marian”. And this week we have Genevieve dressed as the Disney version of Little John.


Genevieve clearly had to tack up her hem in the dark of Nottingham Forest because it is very lumpy. Meanwhile, what those boots have to do with anything at all, WTF  simply cannot say, but they are as ugly a pair of boots as she ever did see in her life.

These are Joe Jonas and Cole Whittle from DNCE at the collaboration launch between H&M and Kenzo in NYC, wearing samples of the collection.


What a pair of prats. Joe’s bomber and shirt combo are busier than than the Bakerloo line at rush hour but WTF’s main opprobrium is reserved for Cole, who seems to have turned up for the event dressed as a punk porno plumber.

Welcome back to our (sadly) regular feature Sheer Tedium, beginning with singer Beyoncé at Tidal X wearing Guillermo Gattinoti.


Bey is sporting tit and tutz triangles and not much else. There is more fabric in the climbing rope attached to the top of her head. The whole thing is very Egyptian handmaiden and she looks like an extra from Cleopatra.

Also at Tidal X was singer Nicki Minaj wearing Maison Margiela.

NEW YORK, NY - OCTOBER 15: Rapper Nicki Minaj attends TIDAL X: 1015 on October 15, 2016 in New York City. (Photo by Brad Barket/Getty Images for TIDAL)

Mandatory arse-shot follows. 


Sorry. Venturing out in public wearing nothing but four strips of X-marks-the-spots tit tape and a thong under a lace body stocking is not empowerment. It is the opposite. And it is so bloody boring…..


This week’s It’s Got To Go comes from WTF who bemoans bastard builders blocking off London roads whilst erecting ugly edifices that businesses cannot afford and apartments to be snapped up by foreign investors and bankers spending their bonuses.  In order to get them up, they block off entire traffic lanes for their toilet cabins and their lorries and pass the day on the phone, hard hats at a jaunty angle. Not only does this reduce traffic to a crawl but you drive down a road that was fine yesterday only to find it now blocked off, something no-one bothers to tell you until you arrive at the top of it and have to reverse back down again. All this so developers can make a profit. It’s Got To Go.


OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. There were more comments last week, which somewhat allayed WTF’s anxiety, so keep them coming. Not to mention your excellent suggestions for It’s Got To Go. Let us meet again next Friday. Be good x

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WTF Trumptapegate Special

Hallo Readers,

On Tuesday, post-Trumptapegate, there was a shameful interview on Radio 4’s Today programme. Sneery presenter Justin Webb asked Everyday Sexism’s Laura Bates whether men were still allowed to say they fancied women. Bates tried to explain that this was not about locker room banter, this was about sexual assault. The idiot Webb persisted…”but leaving sexual assault aside…”. Bates was aghast. She tried again to explain the difference but without success. It was like trying to train a monkey in nuclear physics. One looks forward to Webb interviewing President Assad. “So, leaving your genocide in Aleppo aside, Mr President, what did you and President Putin have for dinner last night?”. WTF does not subscribe to BBC hating,  which she regards as the domain of the swivel – eyed loons of the rightwing and beyond. But honestly….get a bloody grip. There is even-handedness and there is stupidity. This went past stupidity and is currently docked at abject. 

Here’s the thing, Readers. Trump has long been recognised by anyone with two brain cells as a sexist bully with no respect for women. George W Bush will not support him and George H Bush is voting for Clinton. How bad do you have to be to piss off that gruesome twosome? Trump is on record bragging about his ability to barge into Miss Universe’s dressing rooms, catching them half or entirely naked, because he owned the show. He called his daughter Ivanka “a piece of ass” and said he would probably date her were they not related (there is therefore some benefit from being The Donald’s daughter, apart from a large allowance). He dismissed a searching interview by Fox’s star presenter as down to “blood coming our of her eyes, coming out of wherever”. He claimed that a woman made a sex tape, which was a lie, to cover up his racist, sexist abuse of her. He is not so much a silver-backed gorilla (© Nigel Farage) as an orange skunk. 

But the tape that emerged last week and the complaints of women now coming to light are a wholly different matter. This is not locker room talk unless the locker room is the one in Sing-Sing. Grabbing a woman by the pussy, grabbing an unknown woman and forcing your tongue down her throat, whether you have had a Tic-Tac or otherwise, putting your hands up a woman’s skirt or groping her breasts (as it is claimed he did), is not courtship, is not flirting.  It is sexual assault. Even to dismiss it as locker room banter is completely to miss the point. It goes beyond the lack of respect for women that the GOP was so willing to overlook, along with his racism, his bluster, his ignorance and his hair-trigger temper. It is the attitude of a someone who regards women as simply there to service his requirements. No wonder he regards Hillary with such disdain. She is a mere woman. And at old woman at that, albeit younger than him. It is the same mindset that led Silvio Berlusconi to dismiss Angela Merkel as “an unfuckable lardarse”. And how did Trump demonstrate his avowed respect for women during Sunday’s debate? By hectoring Clinton and talking over her.  By looming over her like a mangy lion with toothache. By trying to intimidate her. Way to go, Donald…. 


We start our review of the week’s sartorial cesspit with “celebrity” Kelly Brook (what is she actually for?) wearing The Pretty Dress Company.


Kelly resembles a super-shiny condom. That getup is doing her no favours. Tight satin is never a good idea because it creases and this has more creases than Tommy Lee Jones in close-up, but is not even a smidgeon as interesting.

Next up, we have singer and Amwrica’s Next Top Model judge Rita Ora out and about in NYC, wearing something or other and Giuseppe Zanotti bootees.


In the bedroom, this would be sensational (apart from the bootees, which look like something worn by Robin Hood when calling to court Maid Marian). In the street, however, it does not pass muster because (i) it is a chemise, not even a nightie and (ii) it has transparent tits.

Be upstanding for Rod Stewart, out in London.


For reasons which WTF cannot fathom, Sir Rod, as we must now call him, is dressed in lavender with a tie that appears to have been circumcised.  There is also a perfectly ridiculous bright blue belt that has nothing to do with the price of fish. All this is very bad but is as nothing when compared to the demented pale blue pixie suede bootees. They can take away knighthoods. Rod should be on a final written warning.


We now encounter actress Carolina Miranda at the Latin American Music Awards.


If Sir Rod is a pixie, Carolina is a wood elf protecting herself against midges with protective trousers. Carolina! If they can’t nibble your legs, they will happily turn their attention to your cleavage and there is a lot to attract their attention.. 

Also at the Award ceremony was Mexican actress Carmen Aub, wearing a most remarkable ensemble.

2016 LATIN AMERICAN MUSIC AWARDS -- "Press Room" -- Pictured: Actress Carmen Aub poses backstage at the 2016 Latin American Music Awards at the Dolby Theater in Los Angeles, CA on October 6, 2016 -- (Photo by: Jesse Grant/Telemundo)

This week was Yom Kippur and the traditional afternoon reading (round about the time when you start fantasising about a cup of tea and a piece of honey cake) is the story of Jonah. Having (finally) acceded to the Lord’s command to go to Ninevah and inform its citizens that they were doomed, Jonah was hugely aggrieved that the city and its inhabitants escaped extinction by everyone fasting, donning sackcloth and sitting in ashes. Carmen looks as if she is sitting in ashes. Only not enough of them….. WTF also deplores flesh-coloured mesh that is not the same colour as the wearer’s flesh, making her seem to have been bleached.

Here is actress Nicole Kidman,wearing Rodarte.


Let us not pass comment upon Nicole’s close resemblance to something in Mme. Tussaud’s storeroom. Let us instead dwell upon the fact that she has chosen to turn her chest into a giant heart, like the one beating within ET, but leopardskin.


As for the bottom of the skirt, it is like a bad embroidered tablecloth, the sort you buy in Gozo for your gran.

And finally footballer Wilfried Bony, wearing who knows what.


WTF loves footballers as they are the quintessential fashion victims. Like Wilfried here. £100,000 a week at his disposal  and this is what he buys?  Is he a kinky waiter? A sexy stonemason?  And what on earth does he have on his feet? They look something worn in a Truro drawing room in Poldark.


This week’s It’s Got to Go comes from Dave in Hemel Hempstead, who has taken great exception to men’s wheelie bags. Dave has two grounds for his gripe. First, he considers it unmanly that men need to trundle a few files. Dave wants to know why they cannot be picked up and carried. Second, Dave has concerns for his ankles, which are bashed regularly by said wheelie-bags as he travels in and out of Euston. As far as Dave is concerned, they have to go.


OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. The comments have been a bit scarce of late, which causes WTF anguish, so keep them coming as well as your excellent suggestions for It’s Got To Go. Let us meet again next Friday. Be good x

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WTF Punch-Up Special

Hallo Readers, 

Here is Steven Woolfe MEP, the putative Leader of the United Kingdom Independence Party, having a lie-down on a walkway at the European Parliament in Strasbourg.


Actually he was not having a lie-down. He was spark out, having collapsed after hitting his head in a fall earlier that day. He was rushed to hospital with a suspected bleed on the brain, which, fortunately, was not there (the bleed, not the brain, although a compelling case could be made for either or both propositions). As WTF writes this on Thursday evening, Mr Woolfe is tucked up in a Strasbourg hospital bed whilst foreign infirmières, the sort he wants to stop coming to Blighty to nurse the rest of us, are keeping him under observation. 

So what happened to Mr Woolfe? Apparently he had become involved in an “altercation” during the course of a “clear the air” meeting with his fellow UKIP MEPs. It can safely be said that this meeting was not an unparalleled success, clearing the air only in the way that an exploding bomb clears the air. It seems that the splendidly named Mike Hookem, ex RAF and the Party’s Defence spokesman, took exception to Mr Woolfe’s remark on Newsnight the previous evening that he had at one point considered defecting to the Tories but was nonetheless standing for Leader. It is alleged that Mr Righthookem and Mr Woolfe “took the matter outside”, possibly at Mr Woolfe’s suggestion. Mr Woolfe says Mr Righthookem came at him and smacked him one, causing him to hit his head on a door frame. Mr Righthookem denies laying hands upon Mr Woolfe and says that it was Mr Woolfe who tried to hit him but tripped over his feet in doing so.  These are the men who want to run Britain. Europe was sneering at us before; now they are hysterical with mirth. 

There is to be another UKIP Leadership election because the incumbent, Diane James, stepped down this week after only 18 days, a reign that makes Sam Allardyce’s tenure as England football manager look like George 111. Mr Woolfe missed standing in that former contest because he was 17 minutes late in putting in his nomination papers. Nigel Farage (fresh from advising Donald Trump on election strategy – ye Gods!) is back at the helm pro tem. Mr Farage told us that this physical aggression “was the sort of thing you expect to see in the parliaments of Third World countries” (Ukraine? Turkey?) which just about sums up his party. They are a shower, a disorderly rabble of bigots, misfits, loonies and xenophobes. Now that Brexit is upon us, their work is done. They have made themselves redundant and are now reduced to fighting each other instead of Johnny Foreigner. James hates everybody, the Leadership candidates all hate each other, Righthookem allegedly smacked Woolfe, Woolfe was wired up to a machine going beep, beep, beep with a big bandage round his head like Pudsey the Bear and Aaron Banks, the Party’s biggest donor has threatened to take his chequebook elsewhere. Now that it is official Tory policy to hate foreigners, particularly the ones who have the temerity to come to the UK and work hard in jobs the locals won’t touch, now that the Home Secretary wants to name and shame employers who employ non-Brits, now that Theresa May (who apparently was never the Home Secretary presiding over immigration policy for six years) is mouthing right-wing platitudes to appeal to the “working class”, now that everything is officially the fault of the sneering liberal elite from Islington (that means WTF and her ilk), UKIP is irrelevant. Let us hope that UKIP falls swiftly into desuetude, never to be seen again, but not before the doctors and nurses send a big fat bill to Mr Woolfe for the care lavished upon him. 


We begin our survey of the week’s fashion flotsam with dancer Neil Jones from Strictly Come Dancing at the Inside Soap Awards in London.


It is a little known fact (even Neil does not know this) that he is a somnambulist. The poor love wandered into the Awards in his flowery jimjams and suede slippers, at which point some kindly waiter lent him a jacket to reduce the retinal damage potentially caused to appalled onlookers. Neil may be a somnambulist but WTF has had nightmares ever since catching sight of this ensemble.

This slumber-party thing must be catching. Here is Aussie soap actress,  Olympia Valance from Neighbours wearing her negligée.


More orange than an orange. Tits. Thighs. Genitalia curtains. The whole nine yards….

To Paris Fashion Week and French actress Adele Exarchopolous at the Louis Vuitton show, wearing Louis Vuitton.


This is a new one. It appears to be a blue suede tit-blindfold. Just plain disturbing.

Meet fashion blogger Chiara Ferragni at the Dior Show wearing Dior. Dior. Yes – really.


Chiara is wearing a shrunken baby doll housecoat with pleated tits and saggy sleeves with yank-straps. It is an entirely pointless garment, unless you count the pointed tits. Which WTF would much rather not do as she hates a pleated tit almost above all things….

Here is Italian model Bianca Balti kicking off our regular section entitled Sheer Tedium, wearing Balmain at the L’Oreal Gold Obsession Party. 

PARIS, FRANCE - OCTOBER 02: Bianca Balti attends the Gold Obsession Party - L'Oreal Paris : Photocall as part of the Paris Fashion Week Womenswear Spring/Summer 2017 on October 2, 2016 in Paris, France. (Photo by Pascal Le Segretain/Getty Images)

Bianca is dressed as a pole dancer in a gilded cage. A very leggy and  beautiful pole dancer, but a pole dancer nonetheless.

OK, she is back but this is the pits and it is going in. I speak of Kim Kardashian (sorry, Hong Kong contingent) who was poncing around Paris until it all went tits up and she and her jewels parted company.  This is her at the Balmain show, wearing Balmain.


This can be taken quite shortly. If you have to walk around with your hand over your minge to avoid exposing it to public view, there is something wrong with your outfit. Even more bizarrely, although wearing a thing with more holes than a colander, she has covered her breasts in a nude bra whilst according her minge only manual cover. Friend Michael has pointed out that Kim’s pose is clearly based on Botticelli’s Birth of Venus. 


 Frankly, Venus was better dressed.

Finally, we have fashionista and WTF favourite, Anna dello Russowearing (who else?) Balmain.


 Why is nobody wearing proper panties?  Anna has eschewed hers in favour of a frilly Minge Fringe. The rear view explains why.


There is a zip for ready access. You would be terrified to turn your back on anyone….. The back zip is almost as offensive as the Hallo Sailor hat, as worn in On The Town.




This week’s It’s Got to Go is courtesy of afore-mentioned friend Michael, who is an annual visitor to these shores from Australia. Michael is incensed and then incensed some more about the difficulty he experiences in spending the £50 notes given to him by the bank in exchange for his Aussie dollars. He rants – “This country needs to move on. £50 does not buy you what it used to (Note – it does if you are a foreigner, thanks to fucking Brexit) and yet if you present a £50 note in a shop or restaurant, you are treated like one of the Great Train Robbers. Use them or lose them. It’s Got To Go.”


OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. Keep those comments coming as WTF loves them, as well as your excellent suggestions for It’s Got To Go. Let us meet again next Friday. Be good x

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WTF Big Sam Special

Hallo Readers,

WTF has just returned from the US where the UK’s national game, football, is referred to as “soccer”. Which is just so wrong. What the US calls “football” is basically unarmed combat where men the size of small trucks run into each other with extreme malevolence. Why not just call it assault and battery and be done with it? Be that howsoever it may be, this week it was English football where men ran into each other with extreme malevolence. Sam Allardyce, who has only been in post as England’s manager for a few weeks, his agent, Mark Curtis, and his financial adviser, Shane Moloney held a meeting with two Middle Eastern football agents after being approached via another football agent Scott McGarvey, a friend of Allardyce. At the meeting, Allardyce agreed to speak at meetings in the Far East for a total sum of £400,000. His tongue loosened by a few snifters, Allardyce slagged off his bosses, his precedessor, the team’s former Assistant Manager and players various and seemed to suggest that his new friends might get round an FA rule forbidding a player’s contract to be held by someone other than the club he plays for. Allardyce claims he was helping McGarvey as a favour. Virtue certainly seemed to have had its own reward for Big Sam, seeing that he secured a deal making himself £400,000. We should all be so helpful.

Sadly, the two Middle Eastern agents turned out to be journalists from the Daily Telegraph (to be clear, McGarvey did not know this). On Tuesday, the paper ran with the banner headline “Sam Allardyce for Sale”. And so it was that only 67 days into his reign and with a 100% success record (played one, won one), Allardyce headed off in disgrace to spend more time with his payoff whilst blaming the press for his demise. £1,500,000 for 67 days’ work. As we Jews would say, from your mouth to God’s ear. 

Allardyce was undoubtedly being greedy. He had barely put the framed photo of him and the wife on his desk and unpacked his pencil case and he was already seeking to augment his colossal salary with some more. Few employers will be sympathetic to being criticised in public, even if the employee does not know that what he says will be made public. Suggesting that your new pals might be able to get round your employer’s rules is unlikely to go down well with your bosses. WTF never ceases to be amazed that people start singing like canaries to total strangers once the aroma of cash wafts under their nostrils. Whatever happened to circumspection? On the other hand, we persist in this myth of the role model, confusing football managers and players as interchangeable with the Archbishop of Canterbury. Allardyce’s job was to win games, not to save souls. He has been dogged by rumours of iffiness for years, yet the FA gave him the job anyway. If the Telegraph had pinned something illegal or immoral on him, fine. If it had got wind that something illegal going on, and then posed as agents to flesh out the story, also fine. But this was just petty. It led him up the garden path and then squealed that he had left the gate open. Essentially, Allardyce is out because the Great British Public took umbrage at the fact that he could not scrape by on a mere £3,000,000 a year. Is it as embarrassing as losing to Iceland? Is it as embarrassing as the FA looking for the third England manager in 2016? No, it is not. And it leaves a bad taste in the mouth…


We start our survey of the week’s sartorial slurry with actor Chris Pine out and about at LA Airport.


Chris is 36 years old and a top Hollywood actor. Why he is going around dressed as John-Boy from the Waltons, WTF cannot say. Questions also have to be asked about the pork pie hat.

Meet Australian WAG Jordan Ablett, seen here with her husband Australian Rules player Gary Ablett Jnr, wearing J Aton.


Not so much a tit window as tit French windows, left wide open. Plus there’s a choker and a dangling crotch cover and lacy boots. Basically this is a dress composed of everything WTF has railed against since setting up shop and she absolutely hates it.

Next up, actor James Franco wearing a £1,650 Gucci bomber jacket.


The good news is that it isn’t Jared Leto looking stupid in Gucci. The bad news is that it is someone else, in this case James in a baby blue version with a very lairy moustache like a cut price bandito.

We meet (again) pointless celebrity Paris Hilton, strutting the Phillip Plein catwalk at Milan Fashion Week.


Paris is dressed as a cross between a pair of Austrian blinds and a Las Vegas showgirl with boots inspired by a particularly kinky Roman centurion, whilst the eyewear makes her look as if she is recovering from cataract surgery.


This is actress Hailee Steinfeld, wearing Balmain at a charity event.


Yurgle. Like an X-ray of a multi-coloured, neon-lit, skeleton. With black nipples. And a minge spot which is a bit too clitoral for WTF’s taste.

We encounter lovely Cynthia Erivo, starring to great acclaim in The Color Purple on Broadway, wearing Christian Siriano to the Met Gala Opening Night of the Season. (Tannhäuser. Kill me now.)

NEW YORK, NY - SEPTEMBER 26: Cynthia Erivo attends the Met Opera 2016-2017 Season Opening Performance of "Tristan Und Isolde" at The Metropolitan Opera House on September 26, 2016 in New York City. (Photo by Nicholas Hunt/Getty Images)

You know when Jacob tricked his nearly blind father Isaac into believing he (Jacob) was his brother Esau, an unusually hirsute fellow, by putting on a goat’s skin? “So Jacob came near to Isaac his father. Isaac touched him and said, “Your voice sounds like Jacob’s voice, but your hands are hairy like the hands of Esau.” Isaac did not know it was Jacob, because his hands were hairy like Esau’s hands, so Isaac blessed him”.  You can check it out in Genesis 27. Anyway, this is what Cynthia’s dress reminds me of.

This is from the Emmys a couple of weeks ago, but as WTF was on holiday and it is so bad, it has to go in.  You will doubtless be seeing this one in the WTF Christmas Turkey nominations for 2016. I speak of VEEP actress Anna Chlumsky, also wearing Christian Siriano. 


It has to go in because it is one of the worst things WTF ever did see in her life. And she is getting on a bit. Yes, Anna has just had a baby but that does not mean she has to parade about in a pebbledash cocoon, ruched above the knees, with its own matching bedspread. 

Finally, and appallingly, Christina Milian wearing Fashion Nova. She paid £15 36 and, to be frank, she was over-charged.


The Tow-away sign next to her should have been acted upon with Christina loaded onto a truck and removed from public gaze. I mean, what the actual fuck? It is a Halloween leotard with masking tape over the nips. And the black thong is almost as unspeakable as the bare arse on view…


WTF believes that she speaks for many when she says that she has had enough of women flashing their arses in public. Put them away – please.


This week’s It’s Got To Go comes from just about everyone WTF has ever met and many whom she has not, namely the mind-numbing drivel in every newspaper, every day, surrounding the Brangelina breakup. For a couple that asked the Press “to respect our children’s privacy”, there are more leaks than a large-scale incontinence drug trial. He’s on drugs. She’s a control freak. He’s nobbing his co-star. She wants to marry Prince Andrew. He’s intimidating the kids. She’s a nutter. It is all completely ballsaching and It’s Got To Go.


OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. Keep those comments flooding in to stop WTF succumbing to her post-holiday blues, as well as your excellent suggestions for It’s Got To Go. Let us meet again next Friday. Be good x


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WTF Vaz Special

Hallo Readers,

Were it not for the warm weather and the desire to discover whether Helen Titchener gets off stabbing her horrible husband in Radio 4’s The Archers (what do you mean, you don’t listen?), many Brits would presently be stringing themselves up from the light fittings. The pound has gone down the toilet. Her Majesty’s Government has no idea what to do about Brexit. Her Majesty’s Opposition has no idea, period, and whoever wins the Leadership election next month, the Party will join the pound and disappear so far around the bend that a task force of plumbers and rocket scientists will not be able to save either. Which is why the arrival of a sex scandal in the Sunday Mirror last Sunday cheered everyone up no end. What did it not have? There were Polish rent boys. There were drugs (though Vaz does not appear to have taken illegal drugs). And, best of all, there was a pompous prat of a politician with his trousers down around his ankles. Britain has always loved laughing at a man with his trousers round his ankles. After all, this is the Nation that gave the world Brian Rix and Benny Hill….

WTF has quite a lot of sympathy with Keith Vaz MP. On the one hand, if you want to call yourself Jim the washing machine salesman and drum up a couple of rent boys to give you the full service in the privacy of your third home, then why not? In this nasty xenophobic post-Brexit atmosphere, extending your hand, not to mention your nether regions, to migrants in friendship is a fitting gesture from the former Minister for Europe. And at least Vaz was paying for it, under no illusions that a portly middle aged man oozed sex appeal for his much younger partners. Who can forget the idiot Simon Danczuk MP sexting a 17-year-old constituent who turned out to be a dominatrix trading under the name Rosalie von Morelli? Or the Minister for Civil Society, Brooks Newmark MP, who sent a dick-pic of his member to what he thought was Tory Totty Sophiesomeone whom he had never met, and who sadly turned out to be a male Sunday Mirror journalist on a sting. As WTF explained at the time, the matter is best summed up by the fine old Yiddish expression, Ven der schmeckl steht, der sechel geht“, roughly translated as “when your prick goes hard, common sense flies out of the window”.

But the problem is that Vaz was the Chair of the Home Affairs Select Committee (or should that be the Third Home Extramarital Affairs Select Committee?). Over the years, Vaz has interrogated the Great and the Good and the Not-So-Good from the top of the High Moral Ground, loving every moment in the limelight. No soundbite went unsaid, no photo opportunity was passed over. Recently, the Committee has been investigating prostitution with Vaz at the helm. You simply cannot have a man in charge of an investigation into his hobby, not without some prior disclosure, and certainly not the sort of disclosure that the Sunday Mirror has on tape. It is pretty bloody sleazy to inflict your person on a couple of people for a few quid each. You cannot have someone lecturing his constituents on safe sex whilst boasting to Wladimir and Wojciech about his exploits sans condoms. We Brits don’t mind a bit of jiggy-jiggy  but we can’t be doing with hypocrisy. Especially in MPs.

So Vaz has gone back to the Back Benches. Even he could not brazen this one out. Luckily for him, Mrs Vaz is standing by him. But as someone who has been embroiled in more scandals that Jim’s washing machines have had cycles, and survived to tell to tell the tale, you just know that he will come again…..


Be warned, Readers, a collective madness descended on celebrity fashionistas this week. WTF is battle-hardened but the expanse of thighs and naughty bits on display makes what follows a veritable fanny-fest. Those of a delicate disposition may want to scroll down extra slowly and have the number of a healthcare professional on speed-dial. Or skip straight to It’s Got To Go.

We start with singer Ellie Goulding at the premiere of the new Bridget Jones movie in London, wearing Marchesa.


Ellie looks like a fluffy duck with sideboob and her lips seem to have been attacked by a swarm of particularly bolshie bees. The back view is even worse.

LONDON, ENGLAND - SEPTEMBER 05: Ellie Goulding arrives for the World premiere of "Bridget Jones's Baby" at Odeon Leicester Square on September 5, 2016 in London, England. (Photo by Gareth Cattermole/Getty Images)

Great legs, but has her skirt, not that it is a skirt, got caught in her knickers? Why is it so much shorter at the back than the front? From behind, she seems to be wearing nothing but a wrap-around apron.

To the GQ Men of the Year Awards and Olympic swimmer Tom Daley, wearing Top Man.


Do not adjust your eyeballs.  The pattern on Tom’s pyjama-suit is like the one you get when you have forgotten to attach the TV aerial to the set. And white plimsolls with a flash of ankle add only insult to injury.

Also present at the GQ Awards was singer Florence Welch, wearing Gucci.


From the neck up, she looks great. From the neck down, she looks like a gift-wrapped, fairground fortune-teller with silly sandals. Here is a WTF rule. Puce looks good on no-one, and especially not on redheads.

And here is a side view of Florence with Gucci’s Head Designer, the ridiculous Alessandro Michele, wearing, er, Gucci.


Flo’s sandals look worse from the side. Alessandro is wearing a suit made from the sort of wallpaper you get in guest cloakrooms, whilst his bow tie is as floppy as a pair of spaniel’s ears. And there is something very pageboy about the white socks and patent pumps combo.

Here is singer Rihanna out and about in Pariswearing St Laurent.


£10,000. That’s what this red heart-shaped thing costs. £10,000. Rihanna is a major star so why she needs to perambulate around Paris dressed as a giant aorta is anyone’s guess.

This week’s Sheer Tedium features socialite Hofit Golan at the Venice Film Festival,  wearing Joao Rolo Couture.


Very improbable tits, lacy hip-bones and a skirt like a minge-flavoured ice cream cone. Just. Go. Away.

And now two quite appalling examples of gratuitously graphic vaginal visualisation, as we hit the Venetian Red Carpet with a pair of nonentities out to get their pictures in, well, this blog for a start. And every newspaper, magazine and website. First, Italian model  Guilia Salemi.


Yurgle. She looks like a half-peeled orange. Except that oranges do not have tan lines. Or minges. Or those particularly uncomfortable spoon-shaped minge-stoppers worn in lieu of panties.

156591, Giulia Salemi wears a very revealing dress during the premiere for 'The Young Pope' during the 73rd Venice Film Festival at on September 3, 2016 in Venice, Italy. NORTH AMERICA USE ONLY Photograph: © Kika Press, PacificCoastNews. Los Angeles Office (PCN): +1 310.822.0419 UK Office (Photoshot): +44 (0) 20 7421 6000 FEE MUST BE AGREED PRIOR TO USAGE

And here’s another one, Giulia’s partner-in-crime Brazilian model Dayane Mello. Double yurgle.

dayane mello

More puce, less fabric, much pudendum. Careful with this next pic…

dayane 2

A gaggle of gynaecologists gets to see fewer girly-parts in a month’s hard graft. When did flashing become fashion?


This week’s It’s Got To Go comes about because WTF has been plagued by phone calls from wankers offering her assistance with claims arising from a road accident back in March. Only the road accident was a small clip to someone else’s bumper causing no personal injury to either WTF or the other driver. Yesterday, the caller insisted that WTF’s passengers had a claim for personal injury despite the fact that WTF had no passengers, not even of any kind. WTF aficionado Ruth-Anne Beckett is equally outraged. She says “I keep getting calls that I was in an accident which, thank goodness, I was not. Do they know something I don’t?” It is enough to make you drive your car into a wall just to get away from these people. Perhaps that is the game plan?  Whatever it is, It’s Got To Go.


OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. You should all be back from your holidays now, so get those comments flooding in as well as your excellent suggestions for It’s Got To Go. WTF is off on her holidays to New England for a couple of weeks, as Olde England is getting on her nerves. Normal service will be resumed on Friday 30 September, but there will be regular tweets on @WTF_EEK between now and then. Be good x




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WTF VMAs Special

Hallo Readers,

The NHS is sick and Jeremy Hunt, Secretary of State for Health, is making it sicker. His smug expression and NHS pin prominently displayed in his lapel certainly make WTF sick. That Hunt has got through a single day of his tenure without someone sticking that pin right where it hurts is a mystery to rival the Bermuda triangle. Now the patient (the NHS, not Hunt) is on life support and the machine is emanating those loud bleeps that bring doctors racing down the corridor shouting “Charlie. bring the crash cart!” 

In the 2015 manifesto, the Tories promised a 7-day NHS. The NHS should provide the same level of services every day, including weekends, because people fall sick 7 days a week, and it is harder to find a consultant or get an operation on weekends. Junior doctors – and that means anyone who is not a consultant – currently get paid a pittance for 5 days and extra for weekends. Hunt’s proposals entail that junior doctors will now spread their shifts over the whole week. This will mean that already understaffed hospital doctors will have to spread their existing workforce across 7 day shifts for less money, further endangering patient care. The proposals will already have a disproportionate effect on those who work part time because they have child care responsibilities or look after disabled or elderly relatives, as they tend to work weekends when it is easier for them to get others to help with their domestic responsibilities. Negotiations brokered a deal in the summer but it was rejected by the membership 58% to 42% on a turnout of 68%. Now doctors are upping the ante and have announced a series of 5 day strikes, one a month until Christmas. Predictably they have been denounced by the right wing press as middle class militants concerned only about the money. Less predictably, Hunt has compared the attacks on himself to those on Nye Bevan who set up in the NHS in 1948 in the teeth of opposition from most of the doctors of the day (but not WTF’s dad, who voted for it). To paraphrase Senator Lloyd Bentsen to Dan Quayle – Jeremy, you’re no Nye Bevan.

Meanwhile, we have the case of Southern Health NHS Foundation Trust which provides mental health services for the leafy shires of Hampshire, Dorset, Wiltshire, Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire. Hundreds of unexpected patient deaths were not properly investigated between 2011 and 2015. Lucrative contracts were awarded to consultancy firms run by former associates of the CEO, Katrina Percy, in some cases without their having to bid for them. However, those in charge of this shambles are doing nicely. Ms Percy received an annual package worth £240,000. The COO’s and Medical Director’s annual packages were about £350,ooo. The Trust Board’s salaries and benefits rose over the past 2 years by 60% whilst nurses, midwives and health visitors were cut by 30%. 

After an 18 year old man with learning difficulties was found dead in the bath of the unit supposedly caring for  him, a death which was wholly preventable, Ms Percy clung on to office for months but this week she announced that she was leaving her post “due to ongoing media attention”, translated as continuing interest in her outrageous refusal to take responsibility for the Trust she was paid a fortune to run. But will she suffer financially? Of course not. She is taking up a consultancy post in the self-same Trust offering GPs “strategic advice” for the same salary and benefits. So whilst junior doctors are asked to do more for less, Ms Percy is going to do less for the same. But then, as WTF has often pointed out, these people do not do shame. 


The week’s designer dung is all from the Video Music Awards where horror was in abundance. We start with singer Cassie, wearing a Balmain jacket and Gucci trousers.


The jacket is great. But there needs to be something underneath it. WTF has a marked dislike of trousers with no feet emanating from the bottom of them. Like these ones. Questions also have to be asked about the hair, which seems to have been dipped into a bowl of neon custard.

Supermodel Naomi Campbell, wearing Brandon Maxwell.

NEW YORK, NY - AUGUST 28: Naomi Campbell attends the 2016 MTV Video Music Awards at Madison Square Garden on August 28, 2016 in New York City. (Photo by Jamie McCarthy/Getty Images)

Brandon Maxwell is the man who made a fool out of FLOTUS by putting her into a wholly unflattering white shroud.  And now he has conned the ever-lovely Naomi into wearing this creation, so that she seems to be behind a draylon dining chair. And that split! How much vaginal ventilation does a girl need?

Actress Dascha Polanco wearing Yuna Yang.


Dascha is always complaining that designers do not provide her with Red Carpet clothing so she clearly improvised, winding a length of blue satin around her chest and pulling on a pair of jeans. With unsatisfactory results.

Actor Ansel Elgort, wearing who knows what?

NEW YORK, NY - AUGUST 28: Ansel Elgort attends the 2016 MTV Video Music Awards at Madison Square Garden on August 28, 2016 in New York City. (Photo by Jamie McCarthy/Getty Images)

Michael Jackson did this better. 30 years ago. Ansel should detach the chain and use it to set about his stylist. No jury on earth would convict.

Singer Bebe Rexha wearing Bryan Hearns.


This is like some glamorised fantasy whiplash – diamanté neck and tit dressings with matching miniskirt. And are those boots or compression bandages? Yurgle.

Model Stella Maxwell wearing Moschino and Jeremy Scott, Moschino’s designer,  wearing himself.

stella and jeremy

Stella is looking very swirly and WTF cannot abide a conical tit, least of all when it doubles up as an archery board. Jeremy looks like one of those cheap Peruvian rugs and his pose is preposterous, as if squatting over a hole-in-the-floor toilet. He has also, like Cassie, forgotten his shirt.

As you can imagine, there was no shortage of contenders for our new feature, Sheer Tedium.  We start with a regular, singer and new presenter of America’s Next Top Model Rita Ora, wearing Marc Jacobs.

NEW YORK, NY - AUGUST 28: Rita Ora attends the 2016 MTV Video Music Awards at Madison Square Garden on August 28, 2016 in New York City. (Photo by Jamie McCarthy/Getty Images)

Rita resembles some prehistoric animal that came off worst in a fight with a raptor. She would also do well to recall what happened to Naomi Campbell when she tottered down Vivienne Westwood’s runway in similarly foolish footwear.

Singer Nicki Minaj, wearing Bao Tranchi.

NEW YORK, NY - AUGUST 28: Nicki Minaj attends the 2016 MTV Video Music Awards at Madison Square Garden on August 28, 2016 in New York City. (Photo by Jamie McCarthy/Getty Images)

Like a giant ink blot with bosoms. Nicki is right to look stricken. Her expression matches the one on those of appalled onlookers in fear of an imminent Minge Moment. WTF hates a visible groin line almost above all things…. 

Singer Beyoncé, wearing Francesco Scognamilio.

Mandatory Credit: Photo by Broadimage/REX/Shutterstock (5848766w) Beyonce Knowles 2016 MTV Video Music Awards, Arrivals, Madison Square Garden, New York, USA - 28 Aug 2016 2016 MTV Video Music Awards

Beyoncé’s head appears to be poking out of a big bird’s bottom and regardless of whether she is wearing panties, she appears not to be, which is bad. Faux-minge is as disturbing as the real thing, sartorially speaking.

Finally, and appallingly, we have YouTube sensation Baddie Winkel aged 88. Mind how you go with this one….


There is body confidence. And there is what the fuck are you doing? This is the latter. Stick sparkle is one thing. Minge sparkle is quite another. As for the orthopaedic wedge booties, WTF prefers not to speak of them.


 This week’s It’s Got to Go is from WTF aficionado  and regular complainant Leslie. In this case, he is actually making a case for It’s Got to Come Back – plates!!! Leslie says that he and his partner spent a lovely few days in Poole, Dorset where they encountered a (gourmet!) burger served on what looked like a floor board…… a steak served on a slate (hopeless for juices emanating from said foodstuff)…… and a chicken panini served in an enamel pie dish.


Leslie asks whether there is a house somewhere in Dorset without any floorboards or roof and hopes that no inclement weather is forecast. He says  “I am by no means a food snob and will eat anything but please do not serve it to me on anything which could possibly harbour any insanitary nonsense”. It’s Got To Go.


OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. It has been a bit slow on the comments so keep them coming and don’t neglect your excellent suggestions for It’s Got To Go. Let us meet again next Friday. Be good x




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WTF #WeareHismedia Special

Hallo Readers,

Jeremy Corbyn has not had a good week.  Last Saturday, London Mayor Sadiq Khan came out against him, citing a failure of leadership. Twitter, aka #wearehismedia, exploded in a frenzy. WTF is surprised that the “he” is not Capitalised, such is the religious fervour surrounding Jezza, and, after all, he and the Lord Jesus have the same initials. Khan was not just a traitorous, backstabbing, neoliberal, globalist, Tory, Blairite who had bitten the hand that fed him the Mayoral candidacy and won him the election (which, by the way, is nonsense). He was a Zionist. He was manipulated by the Friends of Israel. He was pictured in a yarmulka. He was, according to one tweeting prat, an Israelite. WTF wondered whether this was a reference to the late Desmond Dekker’s oeuvre of the same name in 1969 but then lost the will to live and gave up wondering. There is of course absolutely no Anti-Semitism in the Labour Party. None whatsoever.

On Monday Kezia Dugdale, the Leader of the Scottish Labour Party, came out against JC.  She escaped the Zionist tag but also was subjected to dog’s abuse from #weareHismedia. Admittedly, Scottish Labour is so far down the toilet that it can only be seen with a periscope and Ms Dugdale’s authority is limited, but did she really merit such a degree of obloquy? 

Tuesday brought Traingate, a splendid example of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. British trains are overcrowded, overpriced and overdue. People routinely have to stand in the corridor or sit on the floor outside malodorous toilets. On Southern Trains, services routinely run half an hour late, if they run at all, whilst passengers, or customers as they are now known, are packed against each other at the same angle as the Leaning Tower of Pisa. So when JC was filmed sitting on the floor next to some Virgin Trains toilets on the 11 am from Euston to Newcastle, speaking earnestly to camera and feeling the pain of fellow seatless travellers, it struck a nerve with many, even Tories. Until it turned out, thanks to Virgin East Coast’s CCTV, that he had got a seat, that he could have found a seat before that (he hadn’t booked) and that there had been available seats in (Sub)Standard Class. Some seats had been reserved for travellers but there were no travellers in them. JC’s people then said that there had been children on the seats, which is why they could not be seen on camera. Did JC have the misfortune to encounter the 21st century version of Kindertransport? WTF’s own theory was that there were loads of Little People en route to a Peter Dinklage appreciation convention in York. The story then changed. There were seats available, just not two together and JC had wanted to sit with his wife. Is that not Quixotic? He would rather sit on the floor outside a pungent pissoir than be separated from his spouse. Except there was no sign of Mrs C. Even when he was filmed taking his seat, there was no sign of her. So where was she? Should we not be told? Have the British Transport Police been informed? Or Interpol? 

JC’s spin was not, on the whole, that serious in the scheme of things and he certainly had a point about overcrowding but he looked like a hypocrite (having previously eschewed spin) and worse still he looked inept. However, to #weareHismedia, it was all a conspiracy hatched between Sir Beardie Branson and the capitalist press and everyone else who is out to get JC, which, in their eyes, is everyone who does not support him.  And any further criticism of him will be treated in exactly the same way because it is simply impossible that anyone could genuinely hold a contrary view of him which is not based on some malign ideology. This is the way that things are. Welcome aboard. The buffet car will shortly be open serving a variety of tasty toasted sandwiches, hot and cold beverages and alcoholic drinks. Please keep the aisles clear at all times.


To the sartorial silliness of the week. On Wednesday, WTF suffered from a bad case of Olympic-athletes-coming-home-burnout and if she hears the words “golden couple” once more, she will run amok with a bicycle chain. Still, seeing them disembark in their Stella McCartney tracksuits reminded WTF that she had not yet discussed the said garments, worn here by yachting gold medallists Hannah Mills and Saskia Clark.

RIO DE JANEIRO, BRAZIL - AUGUST 19: Hannah Mills of Great Britain (left) and Saskia Clark of Great Britain pose with their gold medals after winning the womens 470 class medal race at the Marina da Gloria on Day 14 of the 2016 Rio Olympic Games on August 19, 2016 in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. (Photo by Clive Mason/Getty Images)

Sorry but this is nasty, particularly in its extreme swirliness. Looking at them, you keep worrying that the picture is out of focus. Or that your eyes are. 

Here is actor Bradley Cooper at the premiere of his new movie War Dogs.


There is casual and there is I’ve-been-sleeping-in-a-cardboard-box-in-Bloomingdales’-doorway. This falls clearly into the second category. Memo to Bradley. You’re rich. Buy one of these….


And now for a new feature entitled Sheer Tedium, in which we deplore the continuing yawn-fest that is see-through clothing. First up is actress Naya Rivera of Glee fame, wearing House of CB.

naya house of cb

Hate the sheer. Hate the tapered minge curtains.  Hate the whole  thing.

And next up, Mel B wearing Yousef Al-Jasmi.

**EXCLUSIVE** Photo Credit: MOVI Inc. Date: August 22nd 2016 Mel B dons an extremely eyecatching see through jumpsuit with matching heels as she heads out for dinner after an "America's Got Talent" taping in West Hollywood,CA. The former Spice Girl showed off her enviable figure with a nude thong and bra visible under the risque number.

Is she going ice-skating? If you are going to wear flesh-toned undies, choose some that actually tone with your flesh. WTF has taken wildly against both the faux-pubes and the grey hobgoblin boots. The back is also bad.

mel b back

That zip cannot be comfortable. And she looks as if she has been sitting on the floor next to a train toilet…..

At the risk of alienating WTF aficionado Pamela Timms, aka @eatandust, whose Corbynista-like loyalty to the OITNB cast led her to forgive Danielle Brooks for flashing her bra and Dascha Polanko for wearing see-through lacy-jim-jams under an Ali Baba coat, WTF is forced to bemoan the third and fourth cast members in a quartet of queasiness. This is Natasha Lyonne, aka Nicky, wearing Faith Connexion.


Natasha looks as if she is wearing a leather straitjacket over a turtleneck top. Faith Connexion deserve immediate incarceration for this crime against fashion.

And this is Jackie Cruz, aka Flaca, (the one with the painted teardrop).

NEW YORK, NY - AUGUST 17: Jackie Cruz attends the Remy Martin launch of The 2016 Circle Of Centaurs with Jackie Cruz at The Bowery Hotel on August 17, 2016 in New York City. (Photo by Jason Kempin/Getty Images for Remy Martin)

This seems to have been constructed out of random pieces of sheet metal. Which ran out before she’d finished….

Off to New York and actress, writer and standup Amy Schumer, wearing – it’s her again – Stella McCartney.


This is further proof, were proof actually required, that Stella continues to take the piss. The top looks like an M&S corsellette whilst the trousers are doing Amy no favours and flap about like Dumbo’s ears. Memo to Amy  – if you really have to wear these (and you so don’t) then take a size up.

Finally, here is reality TV horror Charlotte Dawson wearing fashion fecal matter of unknown provenance. Careful now….


Anyone who was not a complete moron with defective eyesight would recoil at this leather child’s safety gate worn over a leotard and under a surgical gown. Charlotte, who clearly is a complete moron with defective eyesight, had a different take on this, as expressed by her on Twitter.

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Charlotte, babe, you do not look gr888. UHGTBSM (You Have Got To be Shitting Me).  This best describes what you look like…..



This week’s It’s Got To Go is from Deborah of North London who has taken umbrage at car drivers who wear hats, any hats, whilst driving. Deborah makes the following points. First, wearing a hat in a closed car is pointless given that a car is waterproof and windproof. Second, it obstructs your line of vision. And third, there is a clear correlation (maintains Deborah) between the size of the hat worn and the poor standard of driving. Readers may care to correspond on this matter but Deborah is clear. It’s Got To Go.


OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. Do keep those comments coming as WTF gets all worried and sulky when they start tapering off. And do not neglect your suggestions for It’s Got To Go because they are of the highest quality. Let us meet again next Friday. Be good x


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