You may read over the last couple of days that the BBC has been forced to apologise to Belfast fatty and all-round media whore Eamonn Holmes for drawing attention to his sheer hugeness.
The former Good Evening Ulster stand-in presenter apparently sent a solicitors letter to BBC big wigs complaining that John Culshaw had made jokes about his weight on The Impressions Show. (Diddums).
An official BBC spokesman has since confirmed that an apology was issued, although pointing out that the humour was intended to be "affectionate."
But, get this from the BBC's own website:
A spokeswoman for Holmes said that following discussions with the BBC, the TV presenter was "happy to say that the matter has been satisfactorily resolved."
"Resolved?!" What an total and complete w*****.
The former Good Evening Ulster stand-in presenter apparently sent a solicitors letter to BBC big wigs complaining that John Culshaw had made jokes about his weight on The Impressions Show. (Diddums).
An official BBC spokesman has since confirmed that an apology was issued, although pointing out that the humour was intended to be "affectionate."
But, get this from the BBC's own website:
A spokeswoman for Holmes said that following discussions with the BBC, the TV presenter was "happy to say that the matter has been satisfactorily resolved."
"Resolved?!" What an total and complete w*****.
Let me first declare an interest; I don't like Eamonn Holmes.
My prejudice goes back to the very early 90s when, every Friday for a period, he used to fly over from Belfast to Newcastle - where I was a student - to present a late night programme in which a room full of Geordies shouted at each other for an hour before taking the fight outside to the Bigg Market.
A friend of a friend worked for the airline that transported Holmes' massive frame every week and, according to her, he was one of the rudest men she or any of her colleagues had ever met. I've never forgotten that.
Since then, there's barely been a live programme he hasn't either presented or tried to get on to. And I've never been able to spot whatever it is he brings to the party. But that's by the by.
There's no doubt he's done well for himself, his ego and his bank balance. Sadly, his success has also led to him performing a quite remarkable feat by climbing up inside his own over-sized rectum (to almost certainly eat a massive plate of sandwiches. And cake).
The picture above with wife number two proves, I would suggest, that Big Eamonn from the Antrim Road is fat. In fact, he's enormous. Actually, he's offensively obese. I might even send him my own solicitors letter for being in my eye line.
Rather than call his lawyers, he should call a doctor.
The fat f*****. (Tee hee).
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