Of all the ex Rag sycophants that infest the airwaves, this pissed up bitter, should have been a blow job vomit stain, that possesses a face like a clumsy beekeeper, is the one that manages to get on my tit end like no other.
I wouldn't mind if anything at all he utters, contains even the most miniscule modicum of sense, but it never does.
How the wife restrains me from literally booting his gut churning features off the telly I'll never know.
Quite literally, the definition of the complete and unalloyed twat.