Russell, I love you man, I really do, but what's with the big cardie? Ok, so everyone gets comfy once in a while and those leggings must be murder on the boy bits, not to mention festering serious fungi, so fine, go baggy, but a cardie? Like your gran would wear? We know she raised you, so respect, but no lad, no.
Not sure about the hair either. That wild night on the shag look had a mileage. Still, must move on, have to be prepared to make allowances for one of the cleverest, funniest, definitely quirkiest and probably nicest guys around. Shame about the phone calls - that went splat - but a lad who thinks on his feet is bound to fall flat on his tush now and then.
You say;" I'm a spiritual gent - were it not for my crazed lust for sex and glamour." Well that sloppy cardie's getting you neither. Just as well you've got your happy little hands on Katy Perry because she'll keep you right, she's the lovely lass next door. Your Gran would be proud.
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