For me personally the last 15 mins or so of the daily show were entertaining.... and oh yes, there was this one inevitable gem from Gemma where she basically declared that we don't need dictionaries because we have spell-checkers. What can I say? I wonder if "innit" is in her spell-checker because it sure isn't in the Oxford dictionary. (Just checking if you're all paying attention - because it actually IS in the Oxford... how it got there though, I guess only the Essex gods or perhaps Tony the Pony knows.)
So basically the final 15 mins consisted of something akin to the showdown at the OK Coral... only this time the outnumbered good guys namely Tiff and Steph ended up winning... and nobody even died. It was still a spectacle though, because the old fuddy duddies, Darren, John, and Daniella oh yes, and some guy who somehow didn't fit in the picture at all because through the whole series he'd been flying under the radar aka Scotti T, they'd all congregated like that proverbial pack of hyenas.... only this time one couldn't be too sure whether there intention was an all out attack or simply self-defense.
Seemed to turn out to be a bit a both. So the pack was yelping out for and trying to lure Tiff into their lair to give her a dressing down (except Steph it must be noted) but as would have been obvious to those of the more enlightened, Tiff wasn't gonna have any of that shit and even the pack in unison didn't manage to shout her down. No wonder than the Britons can't win World Cups and Wars on their own any more. Ouch... (I didn't even say that)
Long story short, from the point of the argument, Tiff had been right all along while Darren had shown his age of.... what is it now.... 125?
So in the past, Tiff had gone up to Darren and told him that she was horny... despite having already been told by Darren that he was a happily married man bla... bla....
I do not for one moment believe that Tiff at that moment intended anything more than a little verbal flirtation, and call me old-fashioned you sexually overcharged spring chickens, I see NOTHING wrong with that.
Sir Lanzelot Darren of course saw red at that moment an in his simple mind could only conclude that that sexy black mama was hell-bent to get him in the sack for the night. Get a grip on yourself old man.
So while Tif was elaborating her take on what had taken place, lil Scotti T thought he'd display a little of his 'manly-hood' by way of trying to placate Tiff in a 'brotherly' kind of way.
Fuck you dumbass!! She didn't say that of course, she's just a little bit too smart for that, but I know it was on her mind. First I'm offering some of my sugar for free on more than one occasion and each time you reject me like a cheap ho.... and now you wanna come to my rescue??? Fuck you lil boy!!
Meanwhile "the old guard" in the house seemed out of sorts again because apparently Steph had gone off the rails AGAIN!!! What a freightened little bunch of wankers. Steph was perfectly all right, nothing really hapened and had ANY of thos idiots payed even the slightest attention, they would have known that Steph can ALWAYS be talked to because she actually listens and does NOT prioritise her own little dramas like pretty much the rest of them.
That's how I see it anyway.

