I remember when I first met fuck. We were filming a special edition of The Weakest Link for sexual deviants, and were on the second round. Gary Glitter had already been voted off, and the team were sitting at a pitiful $420.
Roman Polanski had just answered a tricky question on the history of ancient Prussia, and it was now fuck's turn. He decided to bank, but shouted out "banck!" instead. I was in no mood to accept such illiteracy, so I did not accept this. fuck could not accept my ruling, so announced, in no uncertain terms, that I was to "Get on yoor nees you godamm ginjer bich or a hoar!" before lunging at me.
Little did fuck realise, but the Leather Jacket of Evil that I wear on the show is in fact electrified, to stop disgruntled contestants and welshmen attempting to attack me. As he lay on the groud, convulsing in pain from the resultant electric shock, he was unable to answer my question ("What is the currency in Malaysia?") and the team ran out of time. fuck was then voted off as the Weakest Link. They had to carry him off on a stretcher.
I think Paul Reubens eventually won.
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Anne Robinson- I AM SHE!
    
