I was vaguely aware of them on a screen in my local pub. But thankfully the sound had been turned down and I was in any case half way through a bottle of Grouse. From the little I saw, they certainly looked like pair of gusset drippings.
Whilst trying my best to avoid work I started throwing things at the tv when the little cnuts appeared on it being interviewed. When they were told they were worth £3 million their response was, "is that all?"
I would never tire of punching them in the face, mentally that is. I require a few more arrsers to volunteer to take over when I'm physically incapable of punching.