It’s still amazeballs to us how a ginge can get so many women into bed when he’s a fugly, smug-faced, ego-full arse of a ginge called Mick Fucknall (we omitted the ‘H’ to take the piss obviously) – he who inserted a Ruby into his toof and told us all about it. Wow. No, just wow.

But apparently the singer who looks like the underside of a ball-sack with a bad rash, managed to bed around 1000 women at the height of his fame (despite having ginge ringlets and wearing ‘Crockett’ style shiny pastel blue suits). *still gobsmacked*

Fucknall apparently slept with 3 women a day for 3 years (’85 – 87), by leering over some vajeens and whispering all ginge Mancunian like, ‘It’s Only Love’ which did the trick.

But now he blames his Mum for his penis’ behaviour.

The warbler has now told The Guardian: “I regret the philandering. When I had the fame, it went crazy. Between 1985 and 1987, I would sleep with about three women a day, every day. I never said no. This was what I wanted from being a pop star. I was living the dream and my only regret is that I hurt some really good girls.

“I wanted love from every single woman on the planet because I didn’t have my mother’s love. It was an addiction that took me to my darker period from 1996 to 2001, when I really came close to the gutter – I was more into drinking than seducing. I never really got the emotional contact that I craved”

We fear his apology is pointless really, not because it’s a case of too little too late or anything; but because the majority of vadge’s that found themselves between his (no doubt) satin sheets were only there for the fame and the Chanel handbags anyway. And probably left with a ginge pube or two between their teeth…..and who wants to remember that?