Now we’re not body fascists, far from it. Only yesterday, between the hours of 4.05pm and 4.37pm we consumed eleven different food groups, including refined sugars, Aunt Bessie’s Yorkshire Puddings (we’d make them ourselves but, you know, time), bread-y type stuff, something that is still under investigation, and chocolate. The dark stuff, ’cause that’s good for you.
But for some reason there’s still this stubborn inch. We loiter at the gym, we sometimes run for the nightbus at five in the morning, we sometimes even skip a meal when there’s vodka instead, but… *makes bewildered gesticulation with hands – accompanied by a sort of ‘pffff’ sound – as a French person might*
Now that bloke up there – currently showing off for Fantasticsmag – doesn’t look like the sort of bloke who buys Mens Health purely in the hope that he will get the body of the cover star just via osmosis. Though that sometimes happens. He looks like he may have exercised.
By freakin’ jove, the boy may be on to something… The boy’s also got his arse out after the jump! Seamless.
See more of the same/similar over at the delovely Fantasticsmag interdolly site.