Picture a standard hotel room at the Hilton, with two double beds facing a flat screen TV. Brown stains cover a rumpled sheet that lies across the narrow entrance hallway. A heavyweight female bodybuilder stands on top of it, wearing only a g-string, arms outspread. Two women kneel on either side of her, spraying her skin with tanning lotion, smoothing the smears with a small foam brush. ‘I am going to open your ass crack now to paint inside it,’ says one of the worker bees. Continue reading →

Rita defends her decision to retire from the sweet shop and take a cruise around the world by exclaiming ‘I’m going to spend more time swimming in the lake of me.’ Sing it, you red-headed vixen. There is just so much to be learned from watching Coronation Street. I am not ashamed to admit that I rely on this British soap opera as a substitute lifestyle coach. Continue reading →