a) J’adore Lily Cole. J’adore j’adore j’adore. Totally wouldn’t touch the moon-faced ginge, but j’adore j’adore j’adore.
b) She looks freakin’ hot on the cover of Playboy, November ish. Oh, it’s the French Playboy, naturellement.
Trois) The inspiration behind the cover is Serge Gainsbourg’s album, Histoire de Melody Nelson, as seen here…
iv) Christian groups are kicking off their sensible orthopaedic shoes in outrage at the cover because they feel the pictures are, and we quote, ‘degrading to M&S’. (NB. For those who don’t know, Lily Cole stars in the Marks and Spencer telly ads. She’s very good.) And you can imagine we have a few things to say about that. Including these things:
ONE) What the fuck has it got to do with you, you interferering god-bothering retards?
DEUX) The Baby Jesus told us personally he likes a bit of ginge minge. Incidentally, soon after our conversation, he could be found having a tea party with the fairies down the bottom of our (65ft. We know!) garden, complete with Rich Tea, HobNobs and a black olive ‘n’ anchovie tapenade. From M&S, spookily!
THRICE) Dear dirty Christians: Have you actually seen the M&S adverts starring Lily Cole? In which one of her co-stars, Naomie Lenoir, runs around in nothing but bra and panties? And whilst we’re on the matter, have you ever stepped foot withinside an M&S store? The same stores in which one can real-life buy underwear of the intimate kind, as advertised by the womens and the mens in nowt but, well, intimates? A bit like this…
Okay, that’s a bloke in Speedos. But it proves our point to white-weeing perfection. Wethankyou.