Metrosexual twigmen who admire your shoes are all very well in good times, but when the going gets tough, what you actually want is a REAL man, says Tanya Gold.
As I stick my head out of my window, I smell a change in the evening air. Everywhere I look big, dark, hairy, slightly fat men are staring at me - from advertising billboards, cinema screens and the pages of glossy magazines.
Sorry Josh time to man up.
And to both of our female readers, you are welcome.
2 comments:
Eric, where did you find that picture of me? That ad agency assured me that file was deleted.
I can hardly type because of all the drool on my keyboard! YUMMY!
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