And by this man we mean Tom Ford off-of stubbly chin and thin lips and nice smellies and great arse. And shops where things are so expensive they don’t even bother with price-tags. We bothered, and were almost spat at. To which we responded, ‘You only work in a shop you know, you can lose the attitude.’
So next in our list of things to do regarding this story is to tell you that Tom Ford – who we discovered, via a straw poll over the weekend on a beach in Mykonos, most people fancy. We also discovered that’s it’s very easy to get a reputation over a weekend in Mykonos. And we totally mean a reputation in a good way. What other way is there? – did a PA at Selfridge’s, London’s human-strewn Oxford Street last night. It was to launch his new smellie, Bois Marocain, the latest in his Private Blend collection. We’ve got the Ood Wood one. £90 for a small bottle. Hardly credit crunch, but the smell does make people want to sleep with you so worth every single fucking penny. Literally.
So in conclusion, Tom Ford’s got a new fragrance, boys will be boys, we love bumming, bumming loves us, we’re still recovering from the alcohol poisoning that almost forced the plane to detour, and c) and d). Oh, and the hair thing. Really, don’t.
Shall we now look at Tom Ford’s arse? Shall we? Really? Oh go on then…
This man has a new smell out. Just don't touch the hair.,