DOTD MASTERCLASS

Mexican Day of the Dead - That is how it's done over on the left there... Perfection. Colder than a male penguin's arsehole as he's huddled with his mates on the pack ice, in a David Attenborough video about egg care, set in a deep dark winter, in the middle of the South Pole with 100 mile an hour winds... That look is so down! The lace, the crucifixes, the facial symmetry, the Wor Cheryl free hair, it's all there readers. Her mouth has to be up there with the finest in the competition & one that your young maiden back at number 76. would do well to study & then emulate (assuming she intends to pursue her spook career over the coming years & steer it in a more appropriate & serious direction). Hubby has it locked too. Just as locked, but on the slightly more Grim Reaper tip. Again it's the gobhole that seals the deal & sees him climb rapidly, up into the far, upper reaches of international, competitive, spookerie. His stitching & blood work are simply sublime & his little shroud, the one he has there, round his neck, is just so - Pedro's Nanna... It's just so, burrito... It's just so, so, Mariachibandesent... That once it combines with his overall look & is then contextualised by the added splendour of his highly accomplished muse, well... You can almost hear that distant Tijuana chorus, of 1970's World Cup trombones, blasting from the past & see all those mythical beans a jumpin'! Phenomenal... Absolutely phenomenal!!