And the retinas right off our eyes…
And our appetite. You took our appetite. Which was rather hearty, much like the gunt on it.
Is there any excuse for this? Really, any? And what’s that slot on her dirty left thigh? Is it where you put the pennies to make her mouth do that?
And can we talk about the unicorn nibbling on her daisy? Which is a euphemism for nothing except perhaps her utter vapidity.
And is that her bracelet from a town called Kabbalah? Turned a bit greige in the pool? What would the baby Jesus say?
Peaches Geldof is nothing if not extraordinary. Oh, and a bright, intelligent, incredibly creative young writer.