The Fail Rail
These items have slipped into the shallow end of the fashion gene pool while noone was looking.
Monday 8 August 2011
Freshly peeled from the wheel arch
I knew I'd gone over something in the Bentley this morning. I've never worn stoat before, but nothing ventured, nothing gained!
Twenty quid, River Island.
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