Wilcox is a no-trick pony who has somehow eked out a 40-year career based on the criminally low standards of Radio 1's playlist in the 70's and an industrial hair dye accident. On which note, Hazel O'Connor is a cunt.
Dirty little cock-smoking, fudge-packing, squeaky-voiced abomination. I'd ram a rabid ferret up his arse and an ebola-ridden weasel down his throat, and let them fight it out to the death somewhere around his kidneys.
At least they don't usually try to talk to you, unlike the mad old grannies on part-time minimum wage. Fuck, those old cunts would work for free just to stay warm and get staff discount on cat food.