Rosie will keep on bouncing back!
Francesca had her assets seized – in more ways than one – on BBC1 drama Prisoners’ Wives.’
The uber-milf had her mansion repossessed after her drug baron hubby fell foul of the Proceeds of Crime Act.
To make ends meet, she took a job as a hospital cleaner and immediately began flirting with a hunky male colleague.
He was from Eastern Europe. I’m not sure which country but when she grabbed his thigh there was a definite hint of Pole.
He wooed her with a stolen fish, but it was him who ended up getting battered.
That’ll teach him. You can take our jobs, even shag our women, but don’t you dare poach our carp. CORONATION Street’s Rosie Webster was always going to be a controversial choice to front Weatherfield’s Road Safety campaign.
Just looking her “airbags” must have caused a few crashes in her time.
And remember those billbard ads where she posed topless with some lucky bloke’s hands over her norks? I bet they caused more fender-benders than black ice on the cobbles.
But Rosie actually got the sack from the role after she and boyfriend Jason shunted a fella from behind. Not in the way that High Court Judges would pay good money for though, they shunted him in a Transit van while they were busy snogging.
To be fair, Rosie probably thought she’d pulled the handbrake. Now she realises Jason was just pleased to see her.
Weirdly, he’d got aroused while Rosie was fantasising about being interviewed by Jonathan Ross. Maybe it was the thought of Wossy trying to get his tongue around her Rs.
The accident could have been devastating for Corrie’s favourite pair. Fortunately they were not injured, just very shaken. That is what happens if you don’t wear a supportive bra.
Still, you cannot keep Rosie Webster down and the accident proved to be her big break and eventually led to her leaving the Street.
A TV producer read about the crash in the Weatherf ie ld Gazette (oh yes, all TV producers read the Gazette) and wants to cast Rosie in a new reality show.
We do not know the exact details but it is probably a Mancunian version of TOWIE: The Only Way is Eccles.
“This is what you’d call bouncing back!” cried Rosie, as she prepares to leave the Street for good.
Yes, luv, but we prefer to remember you for your bouncing front, which I’m going to miss every time I switch on Corrie. CHANNEL documentary
followed the lives of club doormen in Newport, Gwent, and did little to shatter their reputation for being as thick as they are wide.
“I could sell shit to the Arabs,” said Jamie, who fancied himself as a salesman.
OK pal but the expression is to sell SAND to the Arabs.
Arabs traditionally live in the desert, you see. The idea is that a good salesman could flog people something they are famously surrounded by, like “coals to Newcastle” or “ice to Eskimos”.
Or shit to Newport. REASONS why I like women more than men #468.
Jonathan Ross spent most of his Saturday night chat show trying to get David Beckham to flash his underpants.
Blushing Becks refused. Even after a giggling Ross showed his own pants the footballer kept his y-fronts under wraps.
Pop babe Jessie J had no such qualms she strode up to sing a song only wearing her undies.
She strutted her stuff in stockings, knicker revealing shorts and killer high heels, without batting an eyelid. She even let the cameraman start with a lingering upwards shot of her lovely bottom.
Either that or he had fainted, which would be totally forgivable under the circumstances.