Christ! Did you see that top she was wearing? I'm a fan of horizontal stripes myself but my boobs don't look like two wonky melons having a streetfight (I hope!)
Anyway. That's not the point. Anne Widdecombe moved in with some people who lived in a prolific area for curb crawling. (Haven't they suffered enough?) I felt sorry for the poor men trying to pick up hookers and coming face to face with Anne Widdecombe. I felt more sorry for the actual prostitutes. Apparently one in twenty men has used a prostitute! YUCK! How revolting. It is men who are to blame for this industry. Not all men, mind, just the horrible pervy ones.
Anne interviewed a 26 year old prostitute called Colette who looked about 40. She got the mother of a murdered prostitute to give her a pep talk. The trouble is, how can you reason with a heroin addict? The only thing they want is more heroin. They'll do anything. It's awful, but what does Widdecombe know about anything? About real life? She bombs round like a weeble getting in people's faces but she understands nothing.
This programme was over in a flash. So did AW solve the problem? Did she clean up the streets? Er... no. That was a waste of time then.