I'm embarrassed that I have no idea who the hell Ashley Roberts is.
She's famous for wardrobe malfunctions? That's the case with so many bimbo idiots. The press doesn't care how obscure some bitch is. If she appeared on TV, if she sang a song, and her dress flies up or her blouse comes loose...HOORAY!
More embarrassment: I actually recognize the guy in the photo. Sort of. Almost.
He's either Ant or Dec. I developed a brilliant way of telling who's who: when they stand together, Ant is the ant...he's shorter than Dec.
But there's only ONE of 'em in this photo.
My other way of telling them apart is that Dec is sort of a dec-sgusting name, so the homelier one is Dec.
So this is Dec. I'm guessing.
IF I'M BEING HONEST, I don't mind Ant and Dec. They don't do anything offensive. Or funny. Or unfunny. At least not on BGT, where they don't pull faces too often anymore, don't try to outdo the allegedly brilliant Simon or the allegedly hilarious Walliums, and once in a while are very nice in consoling or soothing a jittery or failed contestant.
I'm sure had Dec known what was going on, he would've thrown himself on top of Ashley. Even at the risk of the caption being, "We're still seeing a twat."
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