Katie Price, aka Jordan. There's no reason I can put my finger on for my feelings of absolute venom towards this woman. I just detest her with every fibre of my being. So much so that I even had a dream that I did indeed punch her, quite squarely in that angled face of hers. It is by far the best dream I have to this date ever had, for the rest of the day I had a spring in my step.
Kerry Katona. How many times can someone re-invent themselves to still essentially end up as the vile Queen of the Chavs?
Whether she is just incapable of helping herself or has been taken advantage of by those closest to her, keep her off my TV screen and out of my papers!
Victoria Beckham, possibly cheating husband aside, she seems to have everything that most women dream of. Great looks, a figure to die for, more money then she knows what to do with and three perfectly healthy and gorgeous boys, with another baby on the way. So why is it we never see her with a smile on her face? Cheer up love, or I may have to knock that infuriating pout round the other side of your face.
Russell Howard, strangely someone I quite liked and indeed if I am honest, fancied a little bit. I thought he was cute an incredibly funny on Mock The Week and couldn't wait for his own show to be aired. That's when it all started to fall apart really. He suddenly came across as that completely immature, toilet humour tickled, totally unfunny boy you used to avoid in the school playground because, well, he was a bit of a twat really.
Russell Brand. Fookywooky Offywoffy. That is all.
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