It’s not like we expect Chantelle to win any best dressed awards, but you would think she’d have learned something about fashion by now. Last night, Chazzer had a night out at Funky Buddha (where else?) and wore this hideous little number. The cut, the pattern (do you know any leopards with roses on them? No, us neither), the smug smile – the whole look is wrong, wrong, wrong. Oh, we remember the days when Chantelle pranced around in nice jeans and simple tops – can someone please force her to have a make-under before all those man-made fibres make her spontaneously combust?
Call the Fashion Police!