A face to launch a thousand...

shi*s...

The Saturday sofa found me perusing the

F.T's 

'a passion for fashion'...

how to spend it special fashion edition.

Look, don't get me wrong...

I'm no oil painting; applying the primer, under-coat, top-coat

and sealer each and every morning to my ageing visage gives me the

heebeejeebees.

So who am I to talk,

however... 

this I think, is taking the proverbials.

I ask you would this ad, make you beat a path to the door of 

your local Lidl, 

oops sorry...

Lanvin store?

In my book, it's on a par with the ghastly

Lloyds TSB advertisements on the television.

The pointy-nosed pretend folk turn my stomach;

as if I don't hold bankers in low enough esteem as it is. 

This just confirms my worst fears.

Now, I'm all for unlovely, fat old codgers to be featured in

ad's; could there be another career for me,

I idly wonder?

HOWEVER...

(I do love this word)

even if I had the spondolicks

every fibre in my bod cries out

LL... don't go there; be associated with beauty and light,

not 'plain as a pike-staff' clobber!