Bec Judd takes aim at Brighton’s crime wave while whipping up a pavlova
Bec Judd has playfully poked fun at her home suburb while whipping up a pavlova, filming from “sunny Briiiighton, where you must always lock your doors.’’
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A satirical video posted by Bec Judd where she takes the piss out of Briiiighton and herself has sent social media wild.
Judd appears at home in her kitchen and puts on her old TV voice to start the clip.
“Hi I’m Bec Judd, your favourite Aussie WAG and welcome to my very aesthetic kitchen here in sunny Briiiighton where you must always lock your doors,’’ Judd said.
Judd has been a vocal critic of the government and its lack of action as a crime wave continues to sweep through her suburb.
In the video she whips up a pavlova, saying it’s “a Kiwi icon like my parents”.
The promo for Mermade Hair includes humorous outtakes and seductive looks.
She flirtatiously cuts a cucumber and whips up a pavlova in a bowl. While having her hair styled she says: “All right guys let’s get real I cannot be expected to bake and look this good”.
When she taste tests her cherry pavlova she uses her favourite catchphrase “fucyum”.
Friends including Nadia Bartel, Michelle Greene, Marie Uva, Lana Wilkinson, Emma Hawkins and Erin Holland all praised the performance.
Her podcast co-host and bestie Jessie Roberts wrote: “Hahaha I can’t stop watching — The Brighton and locking doors ded! This is brilliant — get this girl in a movie!”
Judd and husband, footy great Chris Judd, share four children and just returned from a holiday in Broome where they reunited with Judd’s former teammate Ben Cousins.
On Wednesday she and Roberts discussed family life with Bec giving an honest take.
“Four kids is a lot. Anything over two I think is too many ... with two you can divide and conquer but anything over that is absolute chaos,’’ Bec said.
“We’ll be in the car and I’ll be screaming at one of them, threatening one to get kicked out of the car and walk home, one’s always injured or has some medical issue or school’s calling about something. There’s always stuff popping off and the kids are in the car with me screaming at them, saying “Mum, when we grow up we don’t think we’re gonna have four kids, it’s too many!”
“I would not trade any of my kids in, but man, I would not recommend four!”
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