On the edge of my seat, I was shouting at the TV. Too many OMG’s and WTF’s to count. Osher loiters in the garden of the Ladies Lair, cloaked in
Read MoreSuffering separation anxiety at the imminent season end, I watch The Bachelor frolick in some freezing cold water during an early morning swim. With nips that could cut glass, The
Read MoreIn a twinkling beach silhouette The Bachelor reflects upon his final four. Shirtless, he trims back his three-day growth as he preens himself for the home visits. Heather’s Hometown Heather,
Read MoreMincing about the mansion, the ladies chat about being in the exclusive gang of the final five. It’s almost like The Baby-Sitter’s Club. Osher swans in to the Ladies
Read MoreRunning down to his canoe, The Bachelor goes for a token paddle to sedate the morning morning glory. Meanwhile at the Ladies Lair, the girls are deliberating over the previous
Read MoreLoitering in the lounge of the Ladies Lair, the girls are lamenting the loss of Elbow. “I really miss her being the first to come down stairs, eating a banana”¦”
Read MoreAs the inquisition of the intruders continues in the lounge of the Ladies Lair, the original gangstas are smiling through their teeth. Quiff-tastic Osh Kosh swings by and drops a
Read MoreOminous music plays into the doom and gloom that plagues the Ladies Lair as they sit around and crunch the numbers. How many have gone and who’s left? Like 4
Read MoreMeanwhile, back at the ranch, The Bachelor is nose to nose with a hot filly. Staring eyebrowless into the distance, he reflects on all his dates while leaning against a
Read MoreA tight shot of Emily’s scowling face plays out as Osher enters the lounge of the Lady’s Lair. She’s moaning because she wants a single date with The Bachelor and ‘doesn’t
Read MoreHoly hazing ash cloud Bach Man! Stuck in Bali, I cried into my cocktail when I realised I’d miss Wood. I wouldn’t be home in time and I couldn’t watch it
Read MoreE.L James has a lot to answer for. The Fifty Shades franchise has exploded onto the scene with more raunch than Robin Thicke, rendering many women hot under the collar
Read MoreLike any discerning lady I love my fair share of whore paint. These days, a made up face is usually an express slosh of tinted moisturiser, a flick of mascara and a
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