Dec is tiny mate - the joke was that it was him she was referring to ... he was pretending he didn't get it ... I have no idea whether he really is 5ft 1" ... but he is tiny.
Gently passing away, back in his old seat as Southampton manager ... after a 20 year second shift at the helm
But she takes them off AFTER Jamie has blown his wad up her, then that would be a bad death. Drowning in your son's jizz
My missus often sees him at his favourite breakfast haunt, in Sandbanks, when she’s out with her yacht pals.
Asphyxiation from Rosie's farts (who had been eating too much rich hotel food) while trapped in the lift together on the way to the wrap party.
Bored to death by one of HIAG’s Mrs’ stories about her imaginary yacht whilst eating his daily triple hash brown and spam butty.