So said one of the hyenas on Ladette to Lady last night. Nice and tasteful.
More bone ignorance included telling the girls they need to be good breeding stock (clearly if they can't or won't breed they are what, more scum?) and the implicit attack on our national dignity that comes from attempting to make Australians pronounce vowels with a pompous English accent.
As much as I enjoy some car crash TV this one is getting so jarring that it's hard to enjoy. On the other hand you couldn't script the moment when the burly mine worker slipped out "inbred tosser" while talking to an, um, inbred tosser.
A pub poem - My chip has fallen to the floor. The bar is crowded. I look down. *Sehnsucht*. A lawless longing for The unattainable. I frown.
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