So (don't you just love it when people start pieces of writing with the word 'so'?) as you know Loud And Quiet magazine is how I shot to fame as the last of London's true playboys. First I was their club reporter and then - after a trouser accident in Fabric, which incidentally destroyed the fabric of my dockers beyond repair - the fine rag started documenting my lust life, monthly, on its Party Wolf photo casebook page.
A couple of my previous sexy scrapes you'll find HERE but for the latest peep into my naughty life (featuring fellow lady-knobber Rod Stewart, my best friend from Worzel Gummidge) you'll have to pick up the mag's new copy next Saturday (July 19th).
Last month you might remember that I met a cracking blonde piece with a bait rack down the polling station. Well, I took Boris out shortly after so read about how I got on only in the new issue. If you're dead keen you can even order a copy for a fiver to be delivered to your door. Just email, info@loudandquiet.com.
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