This, ladies, gennels and undecideds, was the scene in London’s soon-to-be-glittering-but-at-present-is-a-shithole Leicester Square yester eve. Swish swishing down the red rug at the premiere of State of Play was the totally boppable duo, Dame Helen Mirren off-of baps and *shock* Russell Crowe. Yes, him.
Well, what can we say about Lady Dame? 63-years young and an utter ewdsitp (that’s pronounced ‘you do sit up’ and it’s an Elderlady We’d Definitely Shag If Of That Persuasion. Catchy, no? Oh. Well, it’s better than the hateful ‘milf’ which, since she isn’t a mumsy, doesn’t really apply.)
In addition to our almost white-weeing over Dolly Dame, we are also enjoying – shock, horror – the Crowe action. It’s always nice to see him out of that Matalan fleece. He has one in every colour you know. He told us.
So hooray to these two. And hooray to London, for not pissing on their parade. And hooray for all this sun stuff we’re experiencing in the United of K. Hooray!