Nothing says "act of divine intervention" like a washed-up pop singer/former porn model reviving a sickly child. The easy route here would be to tell a joke somehow involving the little girl awakening merely to tell this haggard trolip to shut her bleedin' gob. But British vernacular humor aside, I think I'll go with the fact that a girl who is 14 now would've been 4 when the Spice Girls were popular, hence probably was wondering just who the fuck this wrinkly harlot standing next to her hospital bed when she came to. "Oy! What's all this then? Who is this daft bint?! Fuckin' 'ell, the last thing I know, I'm spilling the red stuff all over the cobbles... and now I've got this bird in my bleedin' ear! How's that for a slice of fried gold?"
See. I did it, anyway. Teehee.
Source (Celebitchy)...
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