I mean seriously. What the fuck is this? Sometimes a picture tells you everything you need to know. This is one of those occasions.
Shopping is bad at the best of times, let alone the worst of times.
Local pubs for local people. Well this is a shit concept isn’t it?
This might be a nice jumper. Then again, it might not. To own it I’d have to pay £140 for it, apparently. I don’t know what the logo says. I don’t know if there’s anything on the back. I don’t know what colour the sleeves are. So what’s the point in actually including it in this article? Is anyone going to look at this picture and even consider buying something they can’t even bloody see?
Idiot magazine. Shame on you.
That’s right GQ, I’m talking to you. You pay upwards of four quid for a magazine and then have to plough through 25 pages of adverts before even hitting the contents page.
I love Batman. I loved the Bob Kane comics, I loved Jeph Loeb and Tim Sale’s take on the winged avenger and I loved Alan Moore’s short story ‘The Killing Joke’.
Here’s one for the ages. Are tattoos actually any good? And if so, at what point does a tattoo lover over-tattoo themselves?
Footballers are big fans of tattoos. Porn stars too. From what I’ve seen there’s not much tattoo-free skin in either profession. I have no problem with one or two tattoos. A cheeky tattoo on the small of a womans back or on their stomach is absolutely fine. A bloke with a tattoo on his upper arm is almost a tradition. But when people do their upmost to out-tattoo Michael Schofield in Prison Break it really is time to reassess.
First things first. Pippa Middleton is not that fit. She wore a dress that accentuated her arse, and people went crazy thinking she was the most amazing woman ever, but she is not that fit.