Do you remember the days of waking up in the morning, stumbling downstairs and joining the rest of joyless humanity stumbling to work every morning?
Those days for me are a distant memory since the achingly horny arrival of Carol Kirkwood on our TV screens!
Now it’s slipping down stairs, leaving the wife snoozing innocently and positioning oneself in front of the box for 7.45 each morning and awaiting Scotland’s finest. Easy to get the blood rushing while watching Susanna Reid then its frantic off load time in Carols three glorious minutes! What’s the appeal of this highland temptress-well apart from the obvious magnificent breasts, can anyone be that nice? Like all red-blooded types, can’t help imaging what her expression would be when taking her from behind?
Don’t know much about her past other than she hails from Inverness ( thank you Wikipedia), University then joined the BBC in the early nineties. She’s a nice middle class girl - what would she think of her “fan club”-answers on a post card please..
Carol, frustratingly seems to avoid being pictured in her scanties or going for the usual wank fest Chicago style routines on charity shows so she is a true fantasy figure.
My master plan as posing as a gay makeup artist for BBC breakfast television is appealing but probably not something I could carry off. Still .. nice thought applying makeup and hair spray to Susanne and Carol as they chat happily in their g strings while sweating profusely bogus Julian goes about his business!
How does poor old Bill Turnbull cope sat on the sofa next to Reid, knowing that Kirkwood’s breasts are hovering into view any minute? I assume he has the same ritual as I do but three hours earlier!
I hear she’s fiftyish-well she’s looking great on it and must have had a fair bit of action in her time. Don’t know about you guys but I can’t stand the young and daft carbon copy “ideal” female presenter.
Kirkwood’s a real woman, not some grim skin and bone creature that normally inhabit our screens and more power to her elbow – and mine!