NO FAT SUIT REQUIRED

After last year, when I broke the internet dressed as Gemma Collins for Halloween, I feel real pressure this time around.

I’ve been invited to Jonathan Ross’s amazing Halloween party and was all set to go as the Human Ken Doll. But I’ve had to cancel the surgery to have a rib removed and a bum lift because I’m preparing for my stand-up show. I’ll leave a bowl of Tangfastics Haribos on my doorstep for the trick or treat kids. Last year when I opened the door dressed as The GC and said: “Hello, babes” they were so scared they fled without the sweets.

Some people said I was cruel to mock Gemma by wearing a fat suit. Can I point out, in my defence, there was no fat suit. That was my body! I’d never wear a fat suit because I don’t need one.