Let me quantify that statement. Jo Whiley must die slowly, and in huge amounts of pain. Why you may ask, why not you should be asking. This thick as fuck chav bitch pollutes the airways every sodding day with her moronic droning voice, spouting endless shit about what TV she watched the night before, what she’s added to MySpace and her new favourite; Face Book.
Why does she exist? Do I care what she thinks about the ending to Lost? Do I care about her take on Doctor Who? No, I sodding well don’t. What’s worse, the gormless cow can’t keep her chav trap shut when she knows the ending of something, she even complained that the BBC had forced her to keep schtum about the end of Doctor Who when she’d seen it in advance.
Sure Whiley, tell everyone, go on… we won’t mind. We want you to tell us the ending before anyone’s seen it.