And when everyone left the room that day your nan still looked better than "Our Cilla."
I'll wager she still does.
Indeed - my nan is 84 and mad as a fucking balloon due to Alzheimer's, and I'd still rather spend the day constantly reminding her that my name is Lard and that she needs to put the cheese in the fridge and not in the shower, than spend one nanosecond listening to that ginger fucking Scouse bitch.
Just do a general apology without singling her out, along the lines of "God I must have been trashed on Friday night, I'm afraid I went round offending everyone, sorry all" - then go out and buy cakes for everyone
She recorded a sit-com pilot with her mate Paul O' Grady recently, the results did so badly with test audiences that it's unlikely to be on a screen near anyone soon.
So it didn't get a lorra lorra laughs then?
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