Fried Chicken Shop Forced To Close Down After Human Poo Found Smeared On Walls
Grimey.
Jesus. No way. Never.
Never going to work out.
The Jack Jones hate train shows no sign of being derailed.
Calling it ‘Bannatyne’s Day’ was never a good start.
It’s creepy as hell.
The perfect way to boost ratings.
That old chestnut.
‘I need money for investment because I am the greatest living artist and greatest artist of all time.’
The hype is real.
Don’t watch this if you’ve just eaten.
This is absolutely terrifying.
The catchline… he’s paid £74,000 a year of taxpayer’s money.
Pot. Kettle. Black.
Great idea – everyone wins except your stupid ex.
He couldn’t accept his friend felt that prose was the better literary genre.
For all you true romantics out there.
Their biggest menu change since 1979.
You gotta do what you gotta do.
This is like an episode of Brass Eye or something.