But there was a terrible WARDROBE MALFUNCTION – Suzanne’s stupid period dress was too long to see her shoes, ankles or calves.


We shouldn’t really give this sort shabby work the oxygen of publicity.


Who on earth gets a celebrity in then puts them in clothes where you can’t see anything? We hate to demand sackings, but in this case there’s simply no other option.


Suzanne Shaw must be really easy to hire.


A few hundred quid for the afternoon and a taxi home?


Maybe if we organise a whip-round.


Everyone who contributes gets to stand next to her for 30 seconds. The largest donor gets to ask a question. That’s probably what happened here.