Oh, Gerard, I expected SO much more from you. My mistaken belief in you being "beefcake with brains" has been well and truly shot down in tearful, agonised flames that, as with so many of your talented, gladiatorial brethren, you've chosen to date a soulless, pouty stick-insect supermodel.
Damn you! I'm moving my affections back in the firm direction of Andrew Graham-Dixon. Gerard, you were mere candy to me and I scold myself for being so easily led by your barrel chest and good forearms.
Damn you! I'm moving my affections back in the firm direction of Andrew Graham-Dixon. Gerard, you were mere candy to me and I scold myself for being so easily led by your barrel chest and good forearms.