Erm, excuse me?
He's an actor. He's fucked lots of women. He's saved a kid from a sewer in the face of raging torrents of water and some very scary-faced health and safety officers. Although he was just pretending.Or a bit of respect perhaps?
Fall out of bed, underwear, then work out which charity shop bargain matches my day best.oh and then go to work
Balancing act Juggling work and kids? David Cameron could be just the man to restore your work-life balance. Unless he's too busy changing nappies
Now that just takes the fucking biscuit. I'm starting a blog.
How can you live with yourselves? Is this what you think women are? What we are reduced to? Debased to? Do we have no other interests? No value? No brains? Who ARE these women you are selling to? Who buys this image fashion image fashion image fashion carousel? We don't need it, we don't want it. I don't want to look at pictures of skinny women in expensive clothes. I may as well look through a catalogue. If you can't give us something useful at least give us porn. Or knitting patterns. Leave us out of this selling frenzy where handbags are worth everyhing and independent thought worth less than our plastic smiles.
Food. Sport. Music. Woman. The follies of dull men. Is that all we are? Another outlet for spare cash and opportunity for making a million. Is a woman one interest? Does a woman only have one interest?
A pox on you and your flavour enhanced hydrogenated oil eye make-up and your Terry de Gunzburg's Touche Eclat.