Dear Frankie
I think there is some mil-age in this. I feel certain that the vile and anger we feel towards the selling of twattery could somehow reap its reward.
I'll start the ball rolling.
A family. Mum, Dad, 2 boys, 2 girls. All smiling happily round the fireplace, Christmas lights twinkling. Camera pans in to Dad as if he is putting firewood into the burning flames of the glowing fire... But wait... It's money. It's £50 notes. The fucker is burning money. And the kids. They aren't even looking at their gifts.... they are breaking them, chucking them into a pile with the others. The wife is on her laptop. She is facebooking her husband to tell him she is pregnant again. The husband pretends to have a fit. They all laugh. Camera pans out to the sounds of Dana.
"Living off others. It's not just for Christmas..." (Think we could get a cut price Caroline Quentin or at a push Tess Daly to do the voiceover).
The End.
On a lighter note, I am fecking relieved that I got through last night and am so grateful for the support and love in the room. Rock on!
Looking forward to your next blog. Off to Fat Fighters now. Fighting the good fight.
Big love
Dobbers xxxx
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