Fat Slags charts the rise and fall of our eponymous heroines, who are unrepentantly vulgar and crass. Leaving their hometown of Fulchester in the North of England, Sandra and Tracey head for the bright lights of London, shagging and boozing their way to fame and fortune. Sean Cooley an internationally renowned billionaire suffers a blow to the head, rendering him temporarily insane on the day The Fat Slags arrive in London. Spotting them on a popular daytime TV chat show, he falls in love with their larger than life look and approach. Determined to make them stars, he forces fashion designer Fidor Konstantin to base his next collection around the girls, creating a media sensation. In a whirlwind turn of events, Sandra and Tracey take the UK by storm, hitting number one in the record charts and inadvertently winning the Turner Prize. As far as the press is concerned, fat is the new black... Throughout their journey into the world of celebrity, the girls maintain their unique and ...
Did You Know?
said to Empire Magazine in 2007: "How did I get involved in Fat Slags
(2004)? That's a good question." He comically added: "I'd ask that agent of mine, but he's sunk in the Thames River." In an interview with The AV Club, Lundgren said "Why did I make it? I don't know. It was spur of the moment, through a friend of mine. It was a friend of a producer. They were doing a comedy in the UK, and I had an apartment there at the time, and I was spending some time there a couple of years ago. I ended up doing a small role. I think it was a half day's work. What can I say? I don't know if anyone has ever seen it. I have never seen it. But some people who have seen it say that it's funny[...] It was fun. It was a slapstick comedy, and I hadn't done one before." See more
Hey, you two! Now, what would you say if I thought you two were doing a terrific job, and you both deserve a raise?
NOOOOOOO! You're bloody awful! You're rubbish! The deliveries are weeks behind, your timekeeping stinks, and as for your safety record, you're worse than that bloke with Parkinson's down at the nitroglycerine factory! You two are a couple of useless, brain-dead seacows. Just give me one more excuse to fire your fat arses. Go on!
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