Hallo Readers,

Time was when a leading politician who told asylum seekers who objected to being housed in a floating barge to  ‘fuck off back to France if they don’t like it’ would have been disciplined by his party and sacked from any office that he might hold before you could say Debrett’s New Guide to Etiquette and Manners. But that was then and this is now, the era of social media and Donald Trump, when you can say and do what you like with impunity, unconstrained by any requirements of moderation, decency and good old fashioned manners. After all, in 2016, the American public voted in a loudmouth, orange-faced oaf as President, a man who publicly mocked the disabled, insulted the appearance of his opponents’ wives, offered to pay the legal expenses of anyone at his rallies who knocked the hell out of hecklers and boasted about grabbing women by the pussy. He might even get voted in again in 2024. Trump made it OK to be vile, racist and ignorant, appealing to the lowest instincts in his audiences and encouraging them to let those instincts flourish.

And so it is that the deputy chair of the Conservative party, Lee Anderson aka 30 p Lee, made the remarks set out above in an interview to the Daily Express, a paper which somehow still sails on the choppy seas of journalism, railing against Remoaners, Immigrants, Human Rights, Lefties and Wokeism. Anderson ticks every box for that readership. He used to be a Labour councillor in a Red Wall constituency, but crossed over to the other side like the Israelites forging through the Red Sea to escape the Egyptians (with a little help from God). He is a rampant Brexiteer. He is loud, louche, thick and feral. Rishi Sunak picked him for deputy chair because of those qualities, not in spite of them, believing Anderson, a former coal miner who romped to victory in Ashfield, Nottinghamshire, a seat that had been Labour since Keir Hardie started wearing long trousers, would appeal to lots of people like him. And sadly, he was right because he does. Anderson is the prole sent into the trenches by the toffs to do the dirty work and take the flak while the public-school-educated leaders of the party, including, Heaven help us, the Lord Chancellor, egg him on from the officers’ mess while affecting to maintain propriety in their own conduct.  If he comes back in one piece with all his limbs still attached, they may stand him a drink  – a pint of course – and clap him on the shoulders. Alex Chalk, the aforementioned Lord Chancellor and Justice Minister, described Anderson’s language as ‘salty’ and attributed it to his ‘righteous indignation’ at the torrent of illegal immigrants pouring in, although asylum seekers are not illegal immigrants. Chalk knows that. Sunak knows that. But they carry on lying because it is their best – perhaps their only – chance of winning the next general election. They wouldn’t have Anderson in their own homes but he is a very useful idiot to send over the top, and over the top is what Anderson does best.

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We start our review of the week’s wanky wear with singer Sam Smith out and about with a pal, wearing a vest, a pleated skirt and desert boots.

Memo to Sam. This is so not your look. In fact, this is not anyone’s look unless they are playing tennis. Stick to making a racket, not a racquet. Yurgle.

Next up we have Instagram star and sister to the Hadid model girls, Alana Hadid, at her 40th birthday party in Los Angeles wearing Bronx and Banco.

The theme of the party was Roman togas, but Alana seems to have modelled herself less on I Claudius and more on Up Pompeii. The gold winged sandals are hideous beyond belief.

Next up, we have Olympic gold medalist swimmer Tom Daley wearing J W Anderson at the Rimmel summer bash in London. (Rimmel make makeup). Tom was there in his capacity as a Rimmel Global Ambassador, whatever the hell that is.

Tom is 29 so it unclear to WTF why he is dressed as a toddler in a bunny baby-grow and combat boots, as if a four year old had signed up for military service and yomped into Central London.

And now to Toronto and actor Julia Fox at the premiere of the movie Something you Said Last Night, for which which she was Executive Producer.

Following a brief flirtation with being fully clothed, Julia has returned to her usual style, if that is the word I am looking for, which evidently it is not. On this occasion, she is dressed in the torso equivalent of a robber’s mask with tit tassels through the eyeholes and a double helping of groin, while her skirt seems to have been caught in the door of the getaway car to deleterious effect.

Now we go to one of WTF’s favourite events of the years, the ESPYs (Excellence in Sports Performance Yearly). You always get some very bad suits here, and here is one such on mega-lanky basketball player Jonathan Kuminga wearing Latouché.

Jonathan is 6’7″ which means that an awful lot of check fabric was required for this suit, which appears to have its own built-in parachute harness. If Mr Toad went to a fancy dress party as Felix Baumgartner, this is what he would look like.

Jonathan was however the height (geddit?) of elegance compared with Buffalo Bills’ football star Dion Dawkins, wearing Gentleman’s Playbook.

It was apparently very warm in Los Angeles on the night of the ESPYs but wearing your own tattooed chest as a teeshirt is just not on. Especially with that degree of spilth over the trousers. And speaking of the trousers, WTF is compelled to observe that something has gone horrible awry with the worst case of elephant vagina syndrome she has seen in quite a while.

Finally, we have Dr Who and Barbie actor Ncuti Gatwa wearing Valentino at yet another Barbie premiere.

Even a member of Village People would have declined to go out dressed like this, and with good reason, teaming a cowboy hat, pool boy shorts and a niqab worn as a peekaboo cloak. Just go away.

This week’s It’s Got To Go comes from WTF aficionado Anna from Brixton who has taken against these foul Alaia boots which are faux-stilettos, yours for only £1100.

Anna objects both to the extreme ugliness of this footwear and to the ludicrous price. She is not wrong. She also wonders why anyone would pay so much to look as if they have cankles and cellulite. Again, she is not wrong,  It’s Got To Go.

OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week.  It’s good to be back. Please keep sending in your suggestions for It’s Got To Go and your top comments, which WTF likes more than anything. Let us meet again next Friday. Be good x