WHAT’S not to love about Michelle Mone?

The one-time bra queen has again taken it in the diamante-bejewelled neck, this time for her Lords speech record (twice in a year). And it was soon followed by a hit to the stomach she so admirably shrunk by six stones (to give her the glossy mag bikini body) she after labelling an MSP “a moron.”

But why can’t we love the forthright blonde with the Bahamian blonde hair, teeth whiter than the soul of a postulant nun and the crease-free, 46-year-old face?

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Hers is an East End of Glasgow Cinderella story of a lady who fought off poverty and fish suppers to become a glamourous Baroness and David Cameron’s very own “start up Czar.”

Michelle Mone should in fact be lionised, this mother-of-three who moved from Promotions Girl at Radio Clyde to becoming one of the best self-promoters in the business; if Mone were American there’s a real chance she would be holding the little hand of The Donald right now.

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Yet, what do we do? We give her pelters.

What do the Michelle moaners have to mump their gums about?

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