The Bono virus appears on our phones, Oreos deliver up sour biscuits, the Scottish remember what it means to be British and Nigella cooks up a meal-for-one with a difference.

Josie, Josie, Josie, where do we start?

This lovely girl from Leeds, who will do anything, say anything to get noticed, get on television, get paid.

Without training, skills, intelligence or fashionable look, she believes she’s owed a living. For Josie the NHS is there for the taking, her men aren’t life choices, but potential content for a story to sell.

Babies, Footballers, Xmas Cards and Breast Milk. Go lap it up!

So which is your favourite? Debbie Does Dallas or Emmanuel?

But woah! Dave doesn’t want you watching porn. Will somebody think of the children!

Some Cornish bloke doesn’t need a computer to get his rocks off.

The Swedish Police have a new weapon in the fight against Hooliganism.

And apparently the Greek’s still love the Minstrels.

Facebook uses science as an excuse to muck around with your head. Dirty Josie Cunningham sells tickets to her home birth. Prince Harry look-a-like dates 12 women. And we look at super-simulator Street Cleaning Simulator.

It can only be The Palm Off!

Feeling like Rupert Murdock is taking liberties, The Sun Newspaper is banned in my house, yet one still appears on my door mat.

I decide what to do with it. Don’t buy The Sun. Justice for the 96.

Politicians slipping their drinks on your tab, famous people clearly not seeing when a fad is fed up, NYPD Blues and kids are looking for frills greater than a Sherbet Dab.

Such revelations can only be The Palm Off