Apologies to non-UK visitors

I have a vague memory of a drunken conversation.
“So that bird fae Ready Steady Cook whits dain This Morning now..”
“Whit aboot ‘er”
“Wid ye?”
“Hell yeah”

Nick seems to have had a similar conversation at work (although I’m guessing the Scottish accents were missing).

Now obviously there is no accounting for taste, and I don’t expect everyone to like the delectable Ms.Fern Britten (for that is who we were discussing), but I sincerely doubt that she is one of the 1000 people more annoying than Mick Hucknall.