… is what we said to our boyfriend David Gandy (here seen sporting a teeny bit of VPL because he is what is known in the business as a prick tease) when he was spotted ‘strolling’ in London’s glittering One of London’s Parks this weekend with one of those mooses off-of The Saturdays, surely Britain’s greatest girl group since Kajagoogoo.
But Jesus fucking effing Emma Baby Bunting little Baby Lord G Christ, David? A Saturday?
Unless… *puts on thinking bonnet, angles it to the left. Changes mind; to the right*
Unless it is a mere ruse to prove that he’s not a) a big homo and b) our boyfriend. (The former isn’t always necessary for the latter. Denial can be hot.)
But really, a Saturday? A member of Britain’s greatest band ‘o pointless tarts since The Shadows?
*calls the police*
ps. The Saturday is called Mollie King. We’ll be the judge of that.
'That's it, we've had enough - we're going... to Hollywood!',