Imagine the scene: Here we are eating After Eight mints whilst Michael Bolton’s singing some sort of bollocks in the background (Radio 2. Normally, we would’ve switched over by this time owing to the fact that that twat Steve Wright’s on, but he’s on his jolly holidays away from us, dear, and professional homo and fan of foundation [PHAFOF. Catchy, non?] Dale Winton’s taken over, so we haven’t), and therefore, apropos of absolutely nothing, we decided to put up a picture of a model-ette at Miami Fashion Week (we’ll be the judge of that) in just his mid-length shorts. Which by virtue of being mid-length aren’t short, just not very long trousers. They’re Ed Hardy, apparently. No relation to Tom, Thomas or Amis.
It’s all pounds, shillings and pence to us, but we would at this point like to point out that gorging on After Eight’s is allowed on a Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday, as that gives us at least two days to drop a dress size before we see that bloke we’re shagging on Friday, if he ever gets over his issues.
Ooh, update: Michael Bolton’s finished, Dame Diana Ross has taken over. Hoorays.