Kirsty.....
A couple of years ago Kirsty mania was gripping Manchester, the appeal being reported in the news almost every week, especially around our way as that’s where she was based. Now being the lovely young ladies me and my housemate were we’d started wondering just what her appeal was and why exactly she was being photographed with everyone from David Beckham to Cherie Blair. The obvious answer being to raise awareness for her heart condition and the Hospice, but no, this was not good enough for us.

We simply branded her a tart and decided that to raise all that cash in such a short space of time she must be pimping herself out to make some money. We not only laughed so much our sides hurt at the thought, hint or mention of this to each other but started to cut out all the pictures in the paper and eventually made what can only be described as a “Kirsty Wall”.

We spotted her outside of the cinema, and in Sainsbury’s once or twice, this would usually be accompanied by a stealth photo being sent and a caption such as “free entrance to the cinema? She’ll be round the back with the Manager in five minutes”.

So laughing at a poor little girl who was born with her heart backwards is pretty much why I’m going to hell. Well that and using pages from my Mum’s old bible when I ran out of skins at an after party.
(DeeLite, Wed 17 Dec 2008, 16:43, Reply)