Ant and Dec are national treasures. They're right up there with David Attenborough and Mary Berry on the list of "celebrities we must protect at all costs".
Or at least they were.
They've just won the award for "Best TV Presenter" at the NTAs for the 16th consecutive year, and have been awarded OBEs, but now they've gone and fucked it all up. They're ruined it all. They're dead to us.
Just look at this disgusting picture.
This isn't Ant and Dec, this is Dec and fucking Ant.
Who the fuck are Dec and Ant?
How are we supposed to trust anything any more if we can't even rely on these two to stand the right way round?
And what's worse, is that when they went up to collect their OBEs, DEC WENT FIRST.
For some reason, Prince Charles took it upon himself to decide that alphabetical order was more important than keeping the world in balance, and called Declan Donnelly up before Anthony McPartlin to pick up their awards.
So Charles has got to take some blame in this one too. Hopefully the Queen will live forever just so he never gets to be king.
There is only one time where it is acceptable for Ant and Dec to be Dec and Ant, and this is to make this joke:
To be fair, at least Ant and Dec did agree that their behaviour was entirely fucked up. Dec told Sky News: "It just looks weird, it doesn't look right!"
And Ant added that it felt weird to spend 20 minutes apart when they picked up their awards separately: “It's normally me that goes first and when they called Dec's name I thought I'll watch what he does. Twenty minutes apart, it's a long time ... it was weird."
Which leads us to one very important question: Do Ant and Dec share a bed?
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