Lea Doesn't Let It Lie

Lea... you've got to see her... well, actually you don't have to and probably don't want to. After this morning's run-in with Aisleyne she's walking around wearing glasses almost as ridiculously outsized as her breasts with a face like a smacked ass, a permanently trembling bottom lip and an aura that screams "Paranoid Bitch!" Aisleyne's words obviously hit a nerve with the botox blond. Especially the bit about being emotionally manipulative.

"Is that what everyone thinks then?" Lea asked the other inmates. Mikey, Imogen and Richard responded in the negative. "Well, she's obviously been talking to some fucker," Lea went on. "Those were her words, don't think like that," Richard tried. "It's because she's been nominated." "I'm the only person that could have nominated her, am I?" Lea spat. "She's got a vendetta against me, she's thinks it's emotional blackmail because I cry sometimes. Is that what you all think? Well, cheers." None of the inmates had actually done anything than listen supportively to Lea's latest unhinged tirade.

"She's got a game plan. One minute she slags people, and the next minute she's up their arse," Lea went on. "She thinks she's better than me, but isn't. I was right about her all long. I knew her true colours would come out. I can see through lies and fakeness straight away. It doesn't make you a bad person because you cry. I'm glad I'm me, wouldn't want to be any fucker else."
"Now you have a choice to either be civil or steer clear of her," Richard tried again. "I won't be civil, it's not in my nature," Lea threatened. Yeah, bollocks! If Lea was half as hard as she likes to make out she would've smacked seven shades of poo out of Aisleyne by now. But instead she'll go on sulking, accuse everyone of being disloyal and then burst into tears.