Rooooooooooxanne. You don’t have to wear that dress tonight. No really, you don’t. Take it off at once.

Get your crystal balls out, love

If Alex Reid off-of Jordandre™ was going for the gypsy-fucked-on-Special-Brew look, then he most certainly achieved it with this dragged-up version of his fine self. Lady Reid goes by the name Roxanne, and we hear she’ll drop her drawers if you cross her palm or any other body part with silver. She learnt from the best after all.

But let us forget Roxanne for a minute and speak to the friends, especially mister right who we would most definitely buy a shabby sprig of lavender from in exchange for a rummage in those lily-whites.

Any road, if all this cage fighting malarkey and KP Nuts shagging goes awry, at least he’s got Loose Women to fall back on…
BootifulOuch.

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One comment to “Rooooooooooxanne. You don’t have to wear that dress tonight. No really, you don’t. Take it off at once.”

  1. I didn’t know what this story would be about … I’d assumed it was another Geldof offspring that I don’t recognise.

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