I’ll set the record straight before I go on to say what I’m about to say. I love Gail Porter. I think she’s beautiful. And after suffering from alopecia (a condition in which hair is lost from all areas of the body) I think she is by far one of the most dignified and upbeat ‘celebrities’ to come out of the usual circus.
Remember the FHM cover that made it onto the side of the Houses of Parliament in 1999? Yep, me too. She was officially hot to trot and rightly voted one of the UK’s most sexy women.
Fast-forward 11 years and Gail has now ‘recreated’ the famous ’99 shots for Now! Magazine, exclaiming that this will be ‘the last time I can get my backside out in public without being arrested’.
“I’ve got a lovely boyfriend who likes me whatever I look like and my daughter Honey is at an age where she just thinks it’s funny that Mummy’s getting her bum out”…Really? Is this true? Because at 40 years old I’d be less than impressed if my mum got her bare arse out for the sake of a few quid.
The photos are awful. Awful, awful, awful and I just don’t want to see it. I can see why she’s done it, I really can, but the crap 90’s tattoos, the huge breasts and the white hair make her look like an old lady. Squint a bit and it could be your Nan.
I’d like to say I still have the same derriere but sadly not. I think it’s a little bit wider but I don’t think it’s doing too badly” she states.
So where does it stop? Will she do a photo-shoot every decade to mark her 50th, 60th or 70th? Please no. Gail, I love you but I can do without seeing your arse again. EVER.