Teatro, or… the real life story of a showcase we went to night before last (having forgotten to mention it yesterday). For Teatro. At somewhere nice. Hence why we went.

Give us a song, luv.

This is Teatro. Hello. They’re basically Il Divo-do-showtunes. V GMTV/The Alan Titchmarsh show-friendly. And the one on the far left sounds like Nat King Cole.

What was most inneresting about the evening, however, was not the d’lish food which was rather d’lish or the fact that ’twas in an ooooOOOooooh hotel (London’s glittering Claridge’s) or that, like, everyone turned up (Claridge’s and food and shandy booze will have that effect), but the fact that this person here…

Before... 

… ie. Hunter off-of Gladiators, was in attendance and in a shocking development has transformed into a handsome and highly boppable piece of back bottom, much to the amusement/white wee-making of the gathered gays. Of which there were plenty. Natch. And Christopher Biggins, himself a trouty sort of lump.

We can’t actually find a picture of what he looks like now but think, ooh, shaven of head and a transformation in the Goss-from-Bros brothers manner and a bit Bruce Willis-y before he developed chunk. You know, that sorta of thing. What is not known is whether said Hunter is of gay, but what is known is that having to have sex with this creature…

Eugh. 

… would be enough to send even the most devoted of heterosexuals running for Homo Hills toward the nearest throbbing cock.

The end.

 

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2 comments to “Teatro, or… the real life story of a showcase we went to night before last (having forgotten to mention it yesterday). For Teatro. At somewhere nice. Hence why we went.”

  1. hahahahahaha!

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  2. Poor sad, pathetic, wizened, trouty, loser-y, bigoted, slappery old cunt-faced Ulrika.

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