Dearest Gok Wan

Dearest Gok Wan..... Do me, do me ( no not in that way as even if you were not gay you soon would be when greeted by me in my 50 shades of off grey non matching underwear complete with tapioca/blancmange wobbly bits overspilling like a cheap sausage and mash from a non food hygiene rated burger van at the local market. It would be rather nice to be assisted in finding a style as opposed to people saying "You are quirky" in the same way they would say to the local bag lady who smells of urine, Parma violets and dead cats... " she's harmless really, she just like cats- which equals " she is actually madder than  a container load of boxes of frogs" MrC prefers the jeans and tshirt looks which is rather how I grew up as a Tom boy ( well wearing my older brothers cast offs...what are y- fronts all about anyway?) Dressing up girly is exactly that, ok at home but the minute you leave you feel perhaps not unlike a stag party member off to Grimsby for a night out wearing your best dress cursing the best man for thinking it would be funny, but secretly wanting to look like a super model but alas realising  you look like Tootsy