Alex Curran (or Mrs Stephen Gerrard for those who don't read OK!)
The woman makes my blood boil. No night out in Liverpool is safe for fear she will claw your eyes out with her designer talons. She beats up girls with bottles and then has the nerve to moan when her house gets robbed by armed thugs when she's just announced to the world that she's bought her husband a Cartier watch for Christmas - presumably with his own money.
"She's the bottle hitter from the shitter!"
I'd like to see her choked to death on her own pongy perfume. Or a nice Deep Red style demise involving a necklace and a lift.
PS. I already have Ratman - I'm only entering for the fun of it!
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