TV execs need to pull their fingers out in their unceasing quest to sign up the hot new talent. They’re missing a right corker with Ross Kemp’s nan.
Apparently, right, Ross Kemp’s nan *snigger* records the snooker, yeah? *guffaw* and then watches it ba-hah-hah-haack! *pisses self laughing*
Quick, someone sign Kemp’s nan up to a sit-com!
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Incidentally, just what is Kemp’s granny doing that’s so important she needs to record the snooker eh? Knitting? Making jam? Wiping Kemp’s chin with her spit-soaked tissue?
