| Thursday, July 19, 2001 |
 | And, also from the Guardian, commentary on the "Will they? Won't they? Do they actually know how to?" Helen and Paul saga. Personally, I think it would be rather sweet if they did sleep with each other on the eve of their eviction.
And it was shit.
About thirty seconds of anticlimactic fumbling, a premature ejaculation, a terrible attack of cramp, an almighty farting noise neither of them will accept responsibiltity for, and a mood of barely-concealed revulsion and contempt in their remaining time together before going out to a lengthy period of jeering and mockery, followed by wretched obscurity until the decomposing corpse of Phil Jupitus digs them up for Top Ten: 2001.
Can I get a "Hell, yeah"?
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