. Riding the Delta Wave .
Sunday, 22nd October 2006 - 10:15 a.m. . . .
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Haute couture, baby

I'm looking at a photograph of Madonna and Guy Ritchie on a Paris runway. She's got some top on - oh, who cares what she's got on? - the point is she's completely naked from the waist down. Ah, but there's more. She's spread her legs in a sort of grotesque high kick and I can actually see pink. I'm surprised I can spot anything through the full head of black hair down there, please tell me you know what I'm talking about.

As if the photo of her wasn't bizarre enough, Guy looks as if he's having a violent laughing fit with his head thrown back, and really, you'd think that with his body contorted like that, all you'd be able to see is his penis waving at the crowd, but there is none to be found. No penis, not even a hint of one. I'm staring at his crotch and he's like a Ken doll, but with body hair.

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