It’s the ‘Slimming World Ball’ in 2 weeks. Lord help us all 


Interesting to see how many actually go when they’ve piled the weight back on….!It’s the ‘Slimming World Ball’ in 2 weeks. Lord help us all![]()
Oh Christ. The one night of the year when the world’s worst fashions come out to play.It’s the ‘Slimming World Ball’ in 2 weeks. Lord help us all![]()
And scan bran Ferrero RocherIf they don't serve quark quiche and sweet potato chocolates at the ball I'm going to be raging.
This is the thing you have to buy tickets don't you??I've lost 10 stone, kept it off, they havent/wont invite me...
Id buy a ticket just to watch thatThis is the thing you have to buy tickets don't you??
You can't go you can't be trusted not to start calling them all bleeps. Madge would get on stage and you'd be like Jarvis Cocker when MJ did his earth song![]()
Me too!Id buy a ticket just to watch that![]()
If Big Towers and Harrysboringdogandnanblog won’t be there what’s the bleeping point?Me too!It would be absolutely brilliant
You wouldn't get near the mothership madge, she'd probably have the men in black spray fry lite in your eyes as soon as you looked at her (syn free pepper spray)
I kept mine off until lockdown and was a magazine cover star of theirs a few years ago.... I feel I'm shunned for going over to Cambridge instead as SW trashed my MH hahahaI've lost 10 stone, kept it off, they havent/wont invite me...
Hahahaahhaha, the scenes, the SCENES!This is the thing you have to buy tickets don't you??
You can't go you can't be trusted not to start calling them all bleeps. Madge would get on stage and you'd be like Jarvis Cocker when MJ did his earth song![]()
Hahahaahhaha, the scenes, the SCENES!
St Madge sings angstily on a cherry picker, being blown to tit by a wind machine, while Pickard and BigBen look on through the window like sad, Dickensian orphans who nobody remembers anymore.
Lard stands there on stage, middle fingers raised, while the Instahuns shriek hysterically and throw Skinny Whips at him.
Just as he’s about to bare his a in protest, he gets rugby tackled by her security, which consists of that Snaresy berk and the other harmless balding twit, Ross something.
Surveying the ensuing chaos before her, St Bramwell (OBE) sheds a tear, short circuiting her system and her perfectly-coiffed hair bursts into flames.
The crowd erupts at the sight of their flaming robotic Messiah, who falls from her ivory tower onto a large buffet table of Scan Bran, signalling the end of SW as we know it.
Everyone goes home to comfort eat themselves into oblivion, and later rebrand themselves as plus-size influencers.
Lard was later struck off the list, made to turn in all of his Hi-Fis, and sentenced to a year of being nice on Tattle.
I can't see that ever happening I'm afraid.... I don't have the look they go for.
this has done me in
please get a ticket @Damocles
We could set up a go fund me and any money you have leftover you can do a Jack Towers disappearing act with it!
You mean you’re not a baboon a lipped twit like Sully, a Gucci belt wearing bleep like Harry or a dribbling douche like the rest of them xxI can't see that ever happening I'm afraid.... I don't have the look they go for.
I would love Hazzy Goochi to turn up with his Nana as his plus oneYou mean you’re not a baboon a lipped twit like Sully, a Gucci belt wearing bleep like Harry or a dribbling douche like the rest of them xx