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Then there’s their gullibility, not that such a trait is all bad. After all, how many trainee astronauts really frequent dodgy night clubs?

But still. Another story last week related how several women went along to an interview for a job on a radio station and willingly stripped off when the boss asked them to, allegedly to “test their adaptability and team spirit.”

Ladies, ladies. Not only wasn’t he the boss, but there wasn’t even any radio station. Yet still you fell for it. Marvellous! Keep it up!

Rather than having that sad old thing Lenny Henry introducing unfunny comedy acts interspersed with film reports about sick, starving and poor people, why not take a more aggressive approach?

For instance, “Send us some money now or we’ll show those pictures of starving children again.” Or “Send us some money now or we’ll show Billy Connelly naked.” Or even “Send us some money now or we’ll cut the rope on the bucket in that well in Malawi.”

Just a thought.

What on earth is Coronation Street’s dishy Dev thinking about? He’s already got his paws on the lovely Geena, so why would he even consider giving old Deidre a seeing-to?

Let’s face it. Deidre’s not only flattened plenty of grass in her time, but she’s got a neck like Nora Batty’s stockings. Whereas Geena works in a pub. No contest, I think you’ll agree.

*- The views of Mr Beelzebub are purely personal and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of the Editor or staff of this newspaper, of Jordan, the boozed-up model with baps like blimps, of anyone who’s spotted Tony Blah in public since the Foot and Mouth epidemic erupted, or of all those farmers pictured in the newspapers cuddling Daisy, their tragic pet sheep, when three weeks ago they were keeping them two dozen to a square yard in a coalshed.

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