I mean seriously. What the fuck is this? Sometimes a picture tells you everything you need to know. This is one of those occasions.
Belly Button fluff. Weird innit?
Shopping is bad at the best of times, let alone the worst of times.
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.
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.
Look at it. It’s an attractive woman bending over. Her arse is the main focus of attention. She’s wearing a playsuit. But what’s it an advert for? FUCKING TRAINERS.
Playboy is a multi-million pound brand and as you can see from above, they are very good at what they do. They get hotties to take their clothes off, pose for a cameraman and then put the pictures in a magazine so that men can toss themselves off to their hearts content. But Playboy have also started manufacturing clothes, make-up bags and wallets, and I’m not quite sure who they’re looking to appeal to.