I've got a dead big car, me. That's 'cos I'm fabulously wealthy and I've got loads of birds as well. I'm currently dating three supermodels, plus one more I never told you about making four, plus one off the telly and one what I just get it ooooonnnnn with (if you know what I mean), who's a footballers WAG. I've got a great job as a..well I can't say that or I'd give it away. I'm dead fit as well and I was in the Paras but the SAS wanted me so I went and joinded them and won loads of medals and stuff but I can't talk about that.
Anyway, love to stay and chat but I've got to go as I'm on the board of Liverpool Football Club (in a secret capacity) and we've got to go and ratify a transfer (not telling youse lot who) for Rafa. Who's a personal friend of mine, by the way. Then one of my supermodel girlfriends is coming round and we're making a sex tape tonight with two of her friends joining in as well.
All go, int it?