now there's a real asshole. it's a shame he wasn't done for being drunk in charge of a horse on private land.
i think it's pretty much recognised that his old man has the suavest image in pop and he's really got it off pat (although i never got his voice or his music for that matter), his son though is a fuckwit that drives around the west end in a 'Chelsea Tractor' and tootles off to Daddies country mansion to join his ruddy faced friends at the weekends to rip foxes to pieces.
i'll bet he doesn't play his surname down though when pushing infront of the queue to get into Annabels or Tramp or wherever it is that the pricks congregate
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