Sheenie’s Blog

Swine flu isn’t the biggest epidemic the world should be worrying about.  It’s the occurrence of this parasite plastered on the pages of newspapers and magazines.

Jack Tweed, for those who are fortunate to not endure his smug face lapping up press attention, is also the scummiest freeloader who’s had instant fame and easy-peasy fortune land in his lap after he came to our attention for dating the late Jady Goody (reality TV star from Big Brother).  Apparently he’s only 21 years old.

Seeing his horrible face makes my blood boil.  I never bought into him marrying Jade for love although I am glad he’s not entitled to a penny of her money.  It still doesn’t make up for the fact he’s milking every opportunity to sell his stories when he should be ignored.

Any negative press given to him is quickly turned around by his PR camp.  For example, some daft bints sold their story to a tabloid, claiming they had had a one night stand with this vile creature weeks after his wife died.  While I don’t sympathise with these slappers (because they too are after cash), it infuriates me his camp turned these scandals into ‘oh, Jack Tweed really regretted sleeping with these girls and cried afterwards, missing his late wife so much’.  Waaa, waaa, waaa, waaa! Those photos of him at her grave were all staged too!

Why must we put up with this repulsive thug?  He can’t even wear a cravate properly!  And who on earth would want to sympathise with him?  Who are these moronic members of the public who plead for his innocence and that he’s just 21.  So?!  If at 21 he’s capable of dipping his nib into random ink pots and beating up people for no reason whatsoever, he deserves no allowances.  I never thought I’d see the day when criminals like Jack Tweed would be heroes.