The dress code oddly enough seemed to be "Man Chest", but that wouldn't have put James Blunt off - oh no! Imagine his little funny face as he scanned the room planning on which dopey model would succumb to his Lord of the manor nonsense.
Unfortunately, you won't find the Pirelli Calendar in HMV alongside Cliff 2010 or the Hollyoaks babes - it isn't for sale and Pirelli only give them to corporate clients or VIP guests - so the only way you can feast your eyes on it is if 'someone' finds online pictures and, erm, screen grabs like a motherfucker.
I'll be back in 10 minutes, I've important work at hand ("at hand").




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Victoria Hervery! Urgh - fucking hell.
She looks like a cross between Ralph Halpern and a bearded dog. And where's her breasts? She looks like a biscuit.
I wish the fuck they'd stop calling her "Lady". What an outmoded cunty thing to do. Is this the 18th fucking century?
It does not look to me as if she eats at all, these celebs are more like walking skeletons rather sober humans, I think she needs to visit my Sushi Delivery restaurant - just hope the other visitors do not have a scare.
A sloth?! Why a sloth?
...AND having checked sloth pictures (*cringes*), I can see that they've trimmed the poor little bugger's fringe! Call PETA
Sophia Loren still looks great.
Daisy Lowe's SPOTS. eewww!
Acne-ridden little shit - and Lily Cole is definitely Down's material
Why the fuck should I be so bloody desperate to try and get a "prized" Pirelli calendar, which quite honestly is punching way above its weight as far as "art" is concerned? A tacky calendar full of overrated mooses with their tits out in exotic locations, if you can call them tits, that is? Pretentious, self-absorbed crap at which, to be serious, only prepubescent schoolboys could warrant attempting a wank
Pirelli used to be about the greatness of the photography.
Spotty, Grumpy, Flatty, Farty, Beardy, Sneezy and Smiley.