There’s a new motor reviewer in town, and he’s as sexeh as the car he’s reviewing… Philip Glenister Reviews the Aston Martin DB9 V12 Volante Hubba Hubba Hubba Hubba Hubba!! (that’s three hubbas for Phil and two for the car)
It’s been a long time since I had a bloomin’ good old fashioned squee in my blog. Mainly because as soon as I began acting like a recycled teenager I shifted my rock star squee to its own special spot. That was fine until a huge great bolt of squee hit me when I didn’t expect it. Why didn’t I expect it? Well, he’s not a rock star, he doesn’t have huge great floofy hair, and when I first clapped eyes on him, I thought he was an offensive chauvinist pig.
Then I saw him reverse his Cortina down an alley with a bacon butty dangling out of his mouth. I was hit by the second raise of his eyebrows.
Yes, count me among the ranks of women around the world asking…