Hurrah! Another Top Of The Pops worthy popstar! A damn sexy one too. Even before I could complain about the Converses Ben from Rooster apologised to me for them. They're cord, which he reckoned made them slightly less scummy. Maybe he's a true high class boy usually. I have an image of him in my head sitting around his luxury flat in nothing but silk robes, with velvet slippers and a white fluffy cat on his lap. Mmmm...yum yum. Sorry for the photo quality, but hey, it's not every day that you run into one of Rooster. Even after my 9th whiskey last night, I was still a little shocked to see him.
September 23, 2005 11:48 AM