Oof. No really, oof. We’ve totally woken up with the horn, despite feeling fat, fat, fat after not one but two and a half kebabs following one of those, ‘Oh, we’ll just have one pint then go home’ nights, which included making a homeless give a speech as to just how he got into that state in the first place and b) why we should hand over our hard-earned dollar so he can feed his cat, who mysteriously wasn’t present at the time. The outcome of which we’re going to keep under our own frilly bonnets. We are, however, a sucker for a cat sob-story.
Speaking of bonnets (seamless, non?), look at our gentleman caller in a trilby. S’cute, s’hot, s’may have a disappear for a toilet break.
And speaking of fat, fat, fat…
ps. More pics of Hugh in bonnetry here, btw.