Nicola McLean (pic: PA)
Heroic hypocrisy on the best-ever Celebrity Big Brother as a trio of professional strippers laid bare the secrets of the glamour-girl code.
Basically, it seems that if you pay them to take their clothes off they don't have a problem. But if there's no money in it for them... they're appalled at the very idea.
Emotionally incontinent topless drunk Denise Welch didn't exactly distinguish herself. Quite the reverse.
But when she playfully pulled curvy Karissa's pyjama bottoms down, what was the big deal?
"I don't walk around flashing my tits or showing my arse," stormed the tedious twin, neglecting to add: "Unless it's for Playboy."
"I'm not cool with showing my body," squealed low-rent hate figure Nicola McLean, neglecting to add: "Except on Page Three."
But what a wonderful week of terrific turmoil!
Poor old Denise making a trailer-trash fool of herself. And therefore winning. The magnificent Michael Madsen. Ageing bimbo McLean's self-obsessed meltdown. The lynch mob detesting her. Great stuff.
Congratulations Ms Welch... you did Loose Women proud. Or did you?
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