Showing posts with label Dr Hilary Jones's tits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dr Hilary Jones's tits. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Kate O'Mara still wearing leg-o-mutton sleeves.


I've just had my hair cut. Brave in a lunch hour, especially as I'm not that pleased with it. It would make Dr Hilary Jones baulk. All I need is blouson jacket and some slax and you couldn't tell us apart. I want to rush home and wash it all out, but it'll have to wait.

I bumped into Clair on the way out - looking incredibly slim I thought - and luckily she didn't notice, which I was thankful for. She's having hideous freelholder problems. What can you do about freelholders that make your life a misery? All advice she'd be grateful for, I'm sure.

Back to blousons, though. Have these properly died out? Kate O'Mara and Dr Hilary are the only people I can think of who still give them houseroom. And perhaps Jeremy Clarkson. I owned one once, briefly. I caught sight of myself in a shop window and it looked like Bernard Manning had collided with the Reynolds Girls. Not pretty.

I've moved on.

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