Waghorns website

I actually think to give him credit he has done pretty well with this site.
This article however is probably the most appalling piece of trash I have ever read - courtesy of "The Wife"

Thought I'd share this with you.....simply awful

Excuse me, Mr McLaren, but what exactly do you expect us to do while HH is away?
Fri 18 Aug 06

At the end of the day, it's just the cheek of it.

Not only are we expected - as ever - to go without two days before a match, now we're going to be left at home with the only kids, the nanny and the cleaner for company. Meanwhile they're living it up - Euro2008, the World Cup...

No more WAGs tagging along, says the powers-that-be at the FA. We're banned. Who asked for their opinion anyway?

World Cup finals? Free lads' holiday in a swanky hotel, more like. They must think we're stupid - I have six GCSEs, thank you very much.

Please, is it too much to ask to have a break once in a while? A fortnight in the Caribbean at the end of the season is all I get and we can't go away at any other time of the year because HH refuses to pull a sicky like the rest of the working world. Why can't he do as he's told once in a while?

I need some ME time?and a month away from the kids. Relaxing in a spa with a glass of the old bubbly and the girls in tow is right up my street. But there's little chance of that around here.

Besides that, His Highness needs me. What if the zip on his Louis Vuitton wash bag snagged midway through the tournament, and he couldn't get to the tube of Preparation H in his hour of need?

HH hates away trips because he misses the kids and me, but he always returns with a smile on his face. Says it's because he scored.

That'd be a first. But then I wouldn't know; never watch the match.

They think we're an unwanted distraction. To who, exactly?

It can't be for the benefit of the boys. HH and Co are too busy blowing the money for my new, silver blue BM Coupe in a game of poker to ever notice what we're up to.

Highness has never been a gambler, poor love. Face gives the game away too often. Story of his life. We all read him like a book.

Anyway, a WAG shaking her knickers-less booty to Beyonce is entertaining for the locals. It must offer a little light relief from their dull little lives.

Of course, it's not how I would choose to conduct myself. We know better.

There will always be those hangers-on ? usually the Donna-come-lately girlfriends that live north of Watford ? who never know when to stop necking the cocktails.

You can take the girl out of the council estate, but you can never take the council estate out of the girl. They like their late night rows ? it's handbags at dawn in the ladies. Look at them the wrong way and you'll get a poke in the eye with a Lancome Juicy Tube.

That Colleen is one step removed from what is known as pram face. A girl that escaped her blue-collar roots by falling for a fat chubby kid called Wayne.

And, would you believe it, Wayne was good at football - clearly left the thieving to his mates. A one-way ticket out of the ghetto - from Poundstretcher to Prada in the blink of a freckly eye.

But I'll believe her when she says it's his personality she loves. Oh, please...

She may wash her hair more often than most of her sort, but I'm sorry no amount of Chanel varnish can disguise stumpy working class hands and chewed fingernails. Spot them a mile off.

And don't get me going on that Abigail Clancy.

You'd never see V shaking her bony old ass in full view of the paparazzi's flash bulbs. Not on your life.

She's far too busy trying not to inhale the fumes bellowing out of the on-site tanning booth to even set foot out of the hotel. Not unless the paps have been fully briefed, anyway. 4.10 and I'll be using the back door, boys - we've all done it.

Being married to men like David and HH means Victoria and I always need to look our best. And if that means third degree burns on our ear-lobes courtesy of an over-zealous hairdresser who thinks he's the next Nicky Clarke, so be it.

It's all about standards. Straightening my own hair is, well, I don't. I just don't.

Anyway, World Cup or no World Cup, V is reportedly keeping clear of the booze. Apparently, she's trying to provide David with a bouncing baby girl.

Victoria, darling, I'm sorry but if you think David's going to donate with your new-look short back and sides, you're very much mistaken.

Take my advice: pop to Bianca's for a quick trim - a good Brazilian once a fortnight and even HH rises to the occasion.

But a bob? Take it from me, sweetheart, it's not the way to complete the set. Long hair, every time. We all need to keep them sweet, don't we? I've got my eye on a stunning new handbag. To die for, trust me.

Posted By: canary_don, Aug 18, 10:22:52