Is this a way of coping with Nigellousy?

We invented a horrible game. You know how Nigella is always slurping, licking spoons and lipsmackin' to turn the guys on while trying to flog her recipes to the gals? Our game was called 'Nigella's Cleavage' and involved us imagining (not fantasising: that's what the chaps do), all the stuff that's fallen down her chest during her slurpings- chestnuts (ha, ha), stuffing bits, morsels of glace cherry, Christmas cake crumbs, sherry, maple syrup (ugh!). Add a few hairs,some grey fluff (I don't know what it is, but I've been vacuuming loads of it up since Christmas), a cracker toy or two, and some Christmas tree needles and you have a rather disgusting melange between them. Well, she has been rather over-exposed recently, hasn't she?