Casino Casino: the real deal
Obviously the DFS adverts were not paying Martin Kemp enough; p.s, i know there’s a fucking hole in your brain, but at least you must be aware you’re not on the set of Miami Vice, wear some fucking socks with your shitty slip-ons you fuck. Anyway, that sod has now turned up on ftn as the manager of a “high roller” casino in some stupid as shit game show - fucking idiot.
The idiots that concoted this show had spent far too much watching lock stock & oceans 11 though media & communications, i can see them now, the “Next” tags ripped off the half price “Saville row” & wandering round the Student Union with a £10 bag of Charlie for 3 years, quoting random Zone 3 stations in a mockney accent, as places to hang out, then trying to put this imaginary past life on a TV show!!! With Kemp as a front man - newsflash - he wasn’t really Reggie Kray you fucktards!!!
But anyway - what do you get for being awake, drunk & naked in front of your TV at 1.30am on a school night? Let me tell you…
Fucking Kemp, with 2 days worth of stubble, (it didn’t make you look hard pal) trying to force the “saff lahndan” accent through the years of Elocution lessons to come up with this…
At this point, i knew it was going to be worse than i could have ever imagined.
