Tottyland

So deep, so deep in me.

As he of the visitor spikes shows looks aren't always genetic.

Via the Kip fan club you can work out who you should vote for. Strangely I didn't get New Labour.

Bill likes musically Boy Hits Car, and coffeeshoply PorTers in Little Clarendon Street.

Come out Stanford swimboys.

Bill keeps getting asked to link to The Movie Files so is though he's having attacks of English prudity, which is odd as he's Scottish.

His royal hairness Andrea Casiraghi and his brother Pierre.

An interesting picture of Johnny Wilkinson or Who? as he's soon to be called.

My caps (which is why it's snowing) of the oddly regularly requested boy with a man's body Kyal Marsh who is getting bitched at by Sky for being a brainless gym moron. Although I might get lynched where else does she expect to find buff dumb fluff (apart from Thames Valley University)?

Via Daniel comes even more caps of Desperate Housewives (soon to be called Desperate Housewives' Sons) Ryan Carnes.

As he's soon leaving Blue Peter I thought I'd reprise Telespy's caps of Simon Thomas being perved by Matt Baker well in my imagination and following the advice of my lawyers any suggestion that Matt and Simon rub baby oil over each other's bodies is entirely incorrect. Though if Simon and/or Matt want to experience this cultural thingy that I'm sure I could get funding for from a Labour Council then I'll do both of them (rub oil on them that is).

Do you remember the halcyon days when V were still around or when Kevin had hair? Me neither.