This is the lovely Scargatta, from the ever-amazing Suicide Girls. We hear she was recently put forward for a Nobel Prize, for being out standing in her field. Yeah? Yeah? She’s probably kind of sitting/lying down actually, but we liked the crapness of that gag.
Stop whatever you’re doing and drop everything, even if that means you drop a bag of hammers on someone, cos the spankingly brilliant new issue of FRONT is out in the shops right now.
And what can you expect? Rosie Jones naked under a duvet in what is almost certainly her sexiest shoot ever, for one. Then there’s Mr Stone Cold Steve Austin in an exclusive interview, Britain’s best skaters in an unbelievably cool fashion shoot, amazing newbie Emily, plus a skinful of wicked bands like This City, Lostprophets and Ghost Of A Thousand. Elsewhere in the mag, find out how gay your DVD collection is, and learn how the Game Boy changed music. It’s all going on, we tells ya. Grab your copy now and see what all the sexy fuss is about.
Halloween isn’t just about dressing up like a crazy person, as Puma have proved with these limited edition spooks for your feet. You’ll have to do some hunting to find them, but you’re sure to look better in them than you would by draping a white bed sheet over your head in an attempt to be a ghost.
More tasty pics after the jump, and all the shizzle you’ll need to know here.
Name: Elizabeth Trump
Favourite Tattoo: “The little anchor I have on my ring finger.”
Perfect Night Out: “Dancing, drinking and kissing cute boys.”
This is our new workie Ollie, on the toilet asleep and totally stark bollock naked. One thing is certain: Ollie is drunk. What’s not so certain is whether he’s having a poo or not. The evidence suggests that’s what he set out to do, what with his grundies being round his ankles and that, but we can’t work out why he’s taken his shirt off and left the door open. According to Ollie, the night took a turn for the worst when both his parents walked in on him and his ex-girlfriend bumming, so he got well drunk and then this happened. Good work, dude. Still, no job for you!
Do you live in Thorpe Park? Do you live near Thorpe Park, then? Alright then, Jesus, do you live near a train station of any kind that could plausibly get you there? If so, and you also enjoy the emotion fear and the leisure activity screaming, HOLY TERROR, YOU’RE IN SO MUCH LUCK! At the moment they’re doing Fright Nights, where the park’s open late, populated by beasties and filled with fearsome fog. A couple of us went along last night and it was awesome. If you haven’t been on Saw The Ride, you haven’t lived.
To advance book tickets for Halloween, click here – it’s strictly advances only, due to it clearly being fucking rad.