Last night I was on BBC Radio 5 Live defending a man’s right to wear pyjamas. Guy Ritchie is apparently guilty of a crime against good taste because he was photographed on his doorstep in jim jams earlier this week. He was waving off his gorgeous new girlfriend at the time. She is umpteen years younger than he is. A Nicole/Papa/pyjama moment.
The poor guy could be suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder after nine years with Mad-Donna. My guess is that she wears an animal print leotard, fishnets and stilettos in bed. She’s so super toned that Guy probably bruised himself every time he made contact with her on their marital mattress. I bet jimmie jams were banned in Mad-Donna Mansions and post divorce he could hardly wait to jump into a pair and hang loose.
Guy was wearing a Cary Grant style Stripey pair, by the way, not My Little Pony or Cupcake print ones and no teddy bears were harmed in the wearing of his jimmies. Even Mockney Film Directors are entitled to chillax and snuggle down at home, aren’t they?
And it’s not the pj’s, it’s what’s underneath that counts. Hands up who would turn down George Clooney in pyjamas?
Not me! My hands are firmly on my side….
I went to the gym class wearing odd socks —— is that newaworthy?
Debbie, sweet dreams!
Moya, keep going to the gym and you could have a bod like Mad-Donna.
Anna May x