Gordon in the morning: Oh, alright, afternoon, then
Gordon's byline doesn't appear on the coverage of Blake Fielder Civil's day in court yesterday, but he's clearly cast his eyes over the report:
Blake mouthed back: “Alright baby?”
Flaming Nora. This pair make the BBC soap look like bleeding Shakespeare.
Isn't 'flaming Nora' more Corrie than EastEnders? And "bleeding Shakespeare"? Really?
In fact: what does that even mean? That the real-life events in court yesterday were more poorly scripted than a soap opera?
Also today, there's another picture of Nicola Roberts. You'll recall Gordon calling her a dog earlier in the week:
Goodness. Apparently people look more presentable when turning up at a launch of their make-up range than they do when they get out of bed to answer the front door. Who'd have thought it, eh?
Gordon also offers a picture of Kate Lawler, Michelle Heaton and someone else in their pants. The idea, apparently, is to try and sell pants, but Gordon apparently finds it near-fatal:
Goodness. That's terrible. Heart attacks, you say?