Sitting charts are not even crammed, and it seems like the uncle’s dog’s brother’s owner of a motorcycle company can now get into row B. What is going on?!
And I am still shocked at the levels of Eastern European models coming in through the doors.
However one gloomy little missy really caught our eye, with her steal eyes, 7inch heels and a bloppy-looking agent. She was wonderful, towering over a lady who must have single handily raised 3 kids while working 3 jobs. Another was an Australian looking Russian, beautiful mermaid hair and perfect girly proportions. But a pattern keeps repeating itself-pretty they are, but the clothes fail to pop out. The most beautiful and difficult of creations can look like another piece of nylon on a hanger on floor 4 in Harrods.
Speaking of which I wonder how the Irish names goddess is doing, I must reply to my messages and find out.