Feltz
Wife in kitchen just now, making dinner ('lunch' for you southerners) and listening to Radio 2. I had to look it up to see which programme it was: some bint called Feltz, apparently.
I was making two mugs ('cups' for your southerners) of tea and couldn't help but overhear some of the whingeing women phoning in to complain: whinge whinge whinge whinge whinge. Something about dog poo and rubbish, I think.
Some of these people have nothing better to do. They should be out there cleaning up our litter-strewn streets and picking up dog poo.