With football season upon us, the WAGS are out in force. There is so much hype around the Wives and Footballers in the UK we forget about the boys playing with their balls.
It got me thinking about my time on placement when I had the chance to become a WAG. Ok, total bollocks. But this is how the story went...
Quite happily sat at my desk on a sunny Friday morning when my phone rings...
“Hi, is this Alice? You have been nominated for the WAG look-a-like competition, and you have won as Abbey Clancy, please can you come down and collect your prize.”
Bear in mind, I am a short, voluptuous lady with red hair. Not exactly your average beauty queen. My team thought it would be amusing to put me forward for the look-a-like competition knowing we couldn’t be any further apart looks wise.
My initial thoughts?? WTF!!!!
Panic sets in at the thought of having to collect my prize and the puzzled looks I will receive. So wasting no time, I set off to the canteen with a few followers from my team who wish to witness their sneaky prank...
I walk over to the lady and one of the girls on my team tells her we are here to collect the prize for Abbey Clancy, so she looks over at me “Ooooh yeh, congratulations” again...WTF! She ruffles around in her bag grabs a goody bag, and starts to walk over. By now am starting to analyze myself in my head, okay so my nose is a bit wonky and I have enough freckles to look cute, minstrel coloured eyes...but a model???
She walks straight past me. Like a ghost. Cold. Heartless. Bitch. Ok she wasn’t to know that the midget had come to claim the prize by accident, but the fact I had to move out the way so she could place MY prize in the hands of blondey. Like a stab in my heart (slight exaggeration).
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