Here she is. The useless, talentless, lumpen bag of (too much skin) that is Scientologist Honeymonster Peaches Geldof with the man who will, no doubt, soon be her new husband. God help the poor bastard.
Chucking Peaches under one of her wide selection of chins is one Thomas Cohen, who, judging by the other photos we have seen of him posing artistically with a cigarette and lounging self-consciously on a bed where he no doubt has been obliged to do the nasty, is a bit of a knob. Which sort of goes without saying.
We wish them both the very best.