Tatler – a magazine that could never, ever, ever in a month of Sunday brunches down Cecconi’s be accused of nepotism – have three moose-like progeny of famouses on their January cover.
In no particular order but starting from the left and ending in the most moose-like of them all, we have Kimberley Stewart off-of Rod, Leah Wood off-of Ronnie, and Peaches Geldof off-of please put some fucking clothes on before we barf up our morning pain au chocolat.
Oh but to be fair, we’ve had not un-entertaining run-ins with Kimberley, so deux points to her for that. Leah seems, you know, inoffensive-bordering-on-the-quite-pleasant and we’re pretty fond of the parents so we’re willing to make an exception there. Peaches, on the other hand, just has the sort of face you want to punch (in spite of its air-bag-a-likey-ness) and oozes self-entitlement regardless of the fact there is no discernable talent nor point to her existance, of the kind that excites hatred in anyone who isn’t a cunt.
And c) and d).
There endeth today’s lesson.