It all seemed so innocent. Gok would take one of us to heart and shower us with attention. He would take us shopping, buy us a haircut, give us great advice, even kiss us on the lips! AAAnd then ... make you take your clothes off and roll about on a stupid rug or peek back over your bum like an idiot. That was bad enough but now that Gok's rolled his fake boyfriend trick into some dodgy competition he really is beginning to look a lot like Dirty Den's gay friend. It's perfectly natural you know. If you trust me you'll do it. I like the bits where he leads the pageantees round corners, like the pied piper in a belted trench.
Are all the jobs going to be given out on reality tv now? Four hundred disadvantaged teenagers whittled down to one lucky winner of a swipecard to open Morrison's delivery door. Old age pensioners fly to Riga and have 48 hours to recruit staff for their carehome.
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