Hello sweeties
It’s party time yet again and I have drunkled shampoo from Penzance to Pinner in an Amazonian effort to bring you all the skinny of the season. And believe me darlings, a girlie of …

It’s enough to make me bleedin blood boil, it really is.
Three froggie paparazzi have just got away with taking pictures of our Princess Diana, God bless her, on the night she died. It’s flippin misbelievable.
These …

YEARS ARE like pipes – you can look back at them, up them, down them or  along them but you can’t change the crap that was in them. And as I always say, if it’s …

Well sweeties! Aren’t the ghastly red-tops having fun with the butler and his boisterous bedroom behaviour?
Your ring m’Lord? Meiow.
Henny Throckmorton stayed over at the Windsor’s once and was so disgusted at not getting rogered by …

Having previously written about Mr Paul Burrell, former butler to the blessed Diana, and suggested that he was a thieving git who should be executed, I now discover I was wrong.
Mr Burrell is in fact …

Is there no end to the indignities that poor Princess Diana must suffer?
It’s bad enough that she is being portrayed as a slapper whose ex husband is cavorting around with an elderly horse-faced woman. Now …