In the inimitable words of Marsellus Wallace...

this right here is "pretty fuckin far from okay."

I saw this photo in a shop window on Old Compton street and walked away a little peeved. It forms part of a rugby calender for the players of Stade Francais entitled 'Dieux du Stade', featuring them buttnaked holding rugby balls and looking tonk.

I don't care how defined your iliac muscle is, since when does rugby and being tonk have to involve looking longingly into an animal's eye while you stand over it in a very far from asexual position.

Then again i have to ask myself what the doggone I'm doing checking out at a man's rugby calender at any time of day on Old Compton Street in the first place. 

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