Shagging Down Lambeth Way

One of the good things that came out of my recent car crash is that Kentucky got in touch with me. He took a minute away from his new squeeze and texted me. I understand shagging is more fun so I don’t blame Kentucky for his lack of communication, but it was nice to “hear” from him all the same. What has this got to do with Angelina Jolie – nothing but you have to end with cleavage – remember?