At the moment, the media and the banjo players are, as one, gushing over the “sensation” of how a blonde Essex girl managed to live in a house with some of other people …whilst not having to go to work each day, go shopping, raise kids or watch a Television show for hours on end where gormless, talentless twits on TV sitting around in a house with some other people who don't have to go to work …etc, etc…
But it won’t be long before they’ll be asking why this bimbo won’t go away. So for now, I’m going ask another question.
How is it that Chantelle's spinal cord can defy physics the way it does? With it not having a brain to support, it makes me think that maybe there is some kind of ‘Indian Rope Trick’ spoof going down here.
Her continued success as being a celebrity famous for nothing should, I feel, be built almost entirely around her being the female English equivalent to the inbred banjoist in the film ‘Deliverance’. That would at least have some comic value. Chantelle has a lack of brains, talent or charm so profound that other people actually become duller the more they are in her company.
This indicates a massive and fundamental flaw in the media …the very people we rely on to bring us proper news, yet who patently have no idea what it is really like to have to deal with people like Chantelle in real life. If they did, they'd stop with this shit surely? Or are they really just evil bastards that like to mock us? It is probably only a matter of time before some thundercunt of a tabloid journalist writes a 7 page “exclusive” about how this utterly pointless human being has had her grandmother die ..and that all of our lives are somehow diminished by this “news”.
The natural denouement to Chantelle's celebrity life should be a reality show where she is locked in a room with a high steel ceiling which lowers one inch per hour until she either completes the Sun crossword or is crushed to death. Whichever comes first.
