Oh, summer where for art thou?

Meet Claude (not his real name) he’s happily taking in the gorgeous sunny rays in Ibiza. Sunning his perfectly formed peaks. not a care in the world. us, well we’re knee deep in shopping mall Santa elves, crying children and harangued looking fathers, helplessly, aimlessly walking (it’s like a scene from the Walking Dead) round Primark (we don’t go in, we look, noses pressed against the plate-glass window). He’s looking in desperation for the last box of press on nails for Chelsea. a suitably shi**y end to 2016.

Ooh happier times.

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