There was Danny Dyer's best of "Deadliest Men" bollocks on the other night. Yes, when you take the entire series of shit episodes and amalgamate them together into one giant super-turd in all it's different shades of brown like a child's well-used playdoh collection but with the odd chunk of sweetcorn chucked in for good measure, then you really do get to see, in the cold light of day what a talentless twat he is.
The funniest one for me was when he turns up to meet the SAS guy, still hung-over from the night before. Yeh, right, like he would risk his shot at having his own TV series by getting pissed up the night before and then making a big deal about being still half-cut as he shows up for work. It's all for show init - just like the man himself. And yes, during the show he interviewed, lived with, a bunch of fantasists. One of them admitted to it in court when he was up on an assault charge - remember the gypo bloke.
Back on topic - sort of - I would do anything to find a student nurse that I could pay to fuck.
