I wouldn't rush to disagree with most of your analysis, but I nevertheless find him interesting to listen to. He comes up with some proper stupid ideas and then defends them to the hilt in spite of the mountain of evidence and public opinion against him. And he's not aggressive which I quite like. So the bits I disagree with are that I don't think he boasts about his wealth and I wouldn't consider him a turd - the rest of your post I like.He is a complete shit who never ceases to boast about his material wealth online, and his 'punditry' on both television and the wireless is excruciating. He is a halfwit who has never had an independent thought in his funboy head.
He is also the current master of the old "Not being funny mate, but what level of the game did you play at?" ploy when any caller has the temerity to contradict his opinions on football.
A turd
I just hope that the fat mincing bore, Russel Grant gets voted off quickly.
He is also the current master of the old "Not being funny mate, but what level of the game did you play at?" ploy when any caller has the temerity to contradict his opinions on football.
Thats what most people hoped with Ann Widdecombe last year and look what happened.I just hope that the fat mincing bore, Russel Grant gets voted off quickly.
Thats what most people hoped with Ann Widdecombe last year and look what happened.
Haven't seen the episode from this week but rather happy to hear the hideous old crone Edwina Currie got booted off. She was utterly cringeworthy during the bits I did see. I don't know if the BBC were hoping for another Widdecombe-style cult status to develop, but she was just deeply unlikeable (Widdecombe's slightly mad persona did her a favour, which was never likely with Currie), and her claims of being a "cougar" as far as her dance partner is concerned made me feel ever so slightly sick.
If they could just get rid of the horrific Russell Grant now, and perhaps pension off Forsyth, I might watch it again.
Every time I saw her lustful looks at her dance partner it conjured up visions of the same look in her eyes when staring at John Major in his y-fronts - the stuff of nightmares.