ah, the frustratingly arousing children's bbc nymphette, fearne cotton. we see her here in an advert banner for the current ideal homes exhibition at earl's court. i wonder if that tagline has anything to do with her recent revelation in GQ magazine; that she always gets her tuppence waxed... setting half the male population of islington wanking like an angry orchestra.*
i hope so, it's all over the london transport system. like stealth carry-on propaganda.
fearne once lifted her top up for me. but only so i could check a microphone. i still think of that day, though. whenever i get a spare moment.
*i would love to take the credit for this simile, but unfortunately it was filthily plagiarised from charlie brooker's article in the guardian. he does describe the delightful fearne cotton as a 'crying boy' though, so i don't feel so bad about stealing his words.
No comments:
Post a Comment