Before we go off on one, we love a beard. We je can’t get enough of ’em, in fact, especially on a man. And especially as we’re embracing that whole masculinity thing which is doing the rounds right now, thank the baby Jesus. Talking of whom, cheese. Love the cheese.
But this growth? On the Sting? Not really. Up close and HD, Lady Gordon Sumner is looking a bit ragamuffin with an outstretched hand, and not in the vein of Hot Homeless who, truth be told, we haven’t seen around London’s glittering Soho in quite a while. Maybe he’s donned a shiny red legging and moved over to the East End with the rest of ’em.
Oh but don’t be mean, our stream of consciousness is telling us right now as we speak, currently. For Sting is, ladies and gennelmen and rest, 57. Yes, 57. Fifty, plus seven.
*does the math*
We still would.
(Footnotes: The Ivy/London’s glittering Covent Garden/yesterday)