Can you imagine the fucking stench down on that kebab?

I would like to know why anyone would want Louis Walsh's face near their nethers? This lady is clearly disturbed and needs some kind of treatment, if she is a prankster then she isn't very funny, she needs to change her act.

This is hilarious

If everyone else decided "fuck it, I'm going to become a full-time spacker, sponge off as much mental health benefits as I possibly can, and wait around in the rain outside The Ivy or Nobu so I can hug Louis Walsh and give him some crappily screen printed knickers" then there would be no more X-Factor, no more Simon Cowell... hang on... maybe she's got the right idea!

Nope, I'm not buying it. If that ugly monster is fit enough to hang around printing t-shirts and larking about with the paps all day every day, then she's fit enough to do a full fucking day's work.

I hope none of my income taxes are paying for her rather tragic and no doubt fish-smelling existence.

If she's one of Oliver Reed's drunken shag offspring with a trust fund, then fair play to the squashed faced munter, there must be some excuse for that doughnut chomping grin, as long as she's not getting the free dole money for the mentally incapable or the plain lazy.

I like how she's added to the "look" by wearing a couple of grimey dead muppets on her legs.

Oh sweet Mother Mary she's got a camel toe going on, through at least two layers of clothing!

It must have the topography and climate of the African Rift Valley down there.

Fat stinking, sweaty fucker in thongs.
O just vommed up in my mouth.

It is though a bit worrying. I really actually do hope she has someone who is on the look out for her. More importantly though, could you lot decide whether it is Mayfair or May Fair. It's really irritating me each time you do a story with this location. *Sub you like

Oh Jesus Christ I've just seen picture 2.
Who IS this woman?
Mr M, grab your notebook and give her a Holy Moly grilling. Oh and make sure you've had your tetanus just in case she bites.