I have banned my 64 year old Mother from tramping. Apparently last Sunday she was out in the Hunuas in inclement weather, slid off a path and fell 6 metres, to what would have been her death - had her fall not been broken by “a tree and my breast implants”. At least her sense of humour remains unharmed.
An old friend who happens to be an stylist (he works the Paris couture shows & does like major editorials) said my hair looks great and I’m taking that to my grave tbh
There’s so much I could talk about that’s topical and relevant but all I really care about right now is that it’s been two days already where the fuck are my Bianca Del Rio meet & greet pics?!