The US Bachelor is a case study in “why some people should not be allowed to procreate”, definitely. But, I hate to point it out to you, it’s not as curious as the alleged shenanigans that happened on the UK version of the show, namely the first-ever series.  Allegedly the show didn’t even make it all the way to the…

Actually, no, there’s something far worse: the Desperate Suburban Husbands slowly and sweatily realising that their glory days are far, far behind them. It’s delicious to watch, especially at class reunions but not so delicious when you click onto Scruff or Grindr, believe me.

There is nothing sadder or pettier than the line-up of surbuban “yummy mummies” all bickering and bitching at each other. 

You know what? Good for her. Seriously, good for her. I’m so fucking sick of the slut-shaming and sex-negative attitude of people. And of fucking course it’s a Catholic school. Of course. And, honestly? If Mr and Mrs Jackson are making $150,000 a month?

Oh I did the “microwaved spicy peppers” to my ex a few years ago. It was delightful.

Oh god, the centre-parts of the 90s. You know what was worse than that?

The great thing about cargo shorts and trousers is storage options.  Yes, I might be a bitchy gay male of the Caledonian persuasion, but I need pockets to store myriad shit in! 

Just as long as you don’t go down the jeggings route or those godawful leggings that are designed to look like they’re riding up the crack of your arse (hmm, skidmarks! Sexy look!) then you’re fine.

Yeah, well I’m Gen X and all I’m going to say is “shut the fuck up, you whiny crybabies or I’m sending you all to your fucking room and taking away the internet and changing the wifi and I’m going to force you all to use computers running on Windows fucking Vista.” Do not make me turn this motherfucking car around!

It’ll be interesting to see which prison Lizzie Windsor’s cousin winds up in. To be honest, he could wind up in any of them (I’d crack up if he landed in Barlinnie aka The Bar-L in Glasgow). Either way, he’s not going to find it comfy.    

Isn’t that Rodgers person the one all the gay gossip’s about?  I thought bearding went out with Katie Holmes?

Oh dear god. Come, happy pandemic and wipe these people from the Earth. Well, unless they want to blow themselves up first that is.

Mate, I remember that when it aired live. Gino puts up with some seriously Becky-Basic crap from those two and that was almost painfully funny to watch.

The one God we’ve not seen much of - if any - this season has been Media. Granted, I know Gillian Anderson won’t come back to the show (and that’s a damned shame - her Media was fucking amazing, especially the Bowie incarnation) but if they do bring Media back, can they please not bring back the hyper-irritating New…

As my Grandmother said to her cousin when she announced to the family she had covid - well, you always were a useless, lazy, clatty bitch. And then she forbade her from setting foot in her house until my Grandmother got vaccinated or until the cousin died. You’re not being mean. The person being a mean little fucker…

A few years ago Mr Biblioteca got the bus back to my place early one morning and after about ten minutes a pack of five teenage boys crowded onto the bus, all dressed in traditional Glasgow Ned attire, clutching backpacks and those awful JD Sports drawstring bags. He assumed that they were all heading up to the sports…

Because it’s a company run by stupid cunts for stupid cunts?  *Gallic shrug*  Who can say?

That Panera culinary abortion sounds like something that would guarantee anyone caught eating it a hefty bitchslap from my Grandmother. It sounds so...so...so fucking Becky-basic. I bet these idiots hyperventilate at the merest thought of not making a casserole with a can of soup.

*suspicious*

No, I’d say the author of this thing is just thick.