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I met Peter Andre 'back in the day' when he, bizarrely, had a career in the music bizniz.
I was assisting on his sessions at a studio in west London, and can happily confirm that he is quite the archest of absolute twats in the entire lexicon of twattery.
He described himself, (and you have to do the accent), for no apparent reason, and to the entire room, as "Just a regular guy, fairly hardcore" and then proceeded to ask if we could fetch him "half a chicken cooked in oil, not budder!"
To which the overwhelming response was no, Peter, fuck off and get it yourself.
My anecdote for the day. |
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