Ok - I'm going in to Alistair's world...
Extremely tired, can't keep his eyes open, only 3 hours sleep. Yawn.
Go to Lydia's channel for something something, spittle, something.
He's taking a helicopter to see Beckham and then taking a helicopter back.
Arrived to Battersea.
He is in the copter. Now I am distracted because my DH knows how to fly helicopters and I keep thinking about that and I'm somewhat aroused. Soz, back to spittle lips.
Showing lovely old cars. WOW - he says.
Lots of cars, then on to food offerings. Oh God, he's wearing his pajama tie waist bottoms. LOLOL
Is David Beckham sensitive about his size? His hair is
H U G E.
Now onto car racing. Oldie little cars.
Back in the helicopter. "Tearing up over London." Gosh, Ali is always trying to sound hip. LOLOL
Now he's in a taxi with the mucky missus, and going on and on about his not being able to say PANCREAS. Oh, he's going to do outfit diaries. Can't wait!!
First outfit. Snort! Photobombed by the ubiquitous Hermés bags that need their own accounts as they're always there, ALWAYS. Except for her black Birkin, that one's always in a timeout.
And his footwear:
Oh GOD! Now he's bending over towards the camera, like Lydia does, to show his pendant and Cartier Santos. I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING!!!!
Sadly, he has
no diamonds. Sad times.
He can't say "the Loire Valley" to Lydia's standards. She corrects him, he tries again, she pisses herself cackling. Such a supportive good wife.
Um, she is still cackling...
Two years later...
Finally, silence.
Next outfit. HOW IS THIS DULLARD ONLY 33???
Next
He unpacks swag. He can't figure out if his gifted apron is green or black and white. Lydia rushes over to ensure his is the same as hers. MINE MINE MINE. Riveting.
Next outfit.
More jammy bottoms. His Rolex is in for repair and he won't get it back for a "very long long time".
He likes the "studded details that run along the back" of his leather trainers. He has to be gay. Has to be.
Now he's back in Da Bungalow.
Washing machine needs sorting. He is struggling with hay fever. He's bunged up.
He's ordered more clothing, from a new company, the same company that Beckham was wearing. Knits. Yup, you're so gay mate.
* Full Disclosure: I don't care if he is gay. I care that he is so obviously closeted and sadly losing his authentic charm as he morphs into the #englishcuntgrandmother swamp creature he is married to.