I'm not really this fat. It's the dress. And the fact I'm sticking my bum out coquettishly for the photo (I'm already a student in the Victoria Beckham School of Pout Management for my poolside shots). This is all of us, in Vegas, after a bloody good dinner at Joel Robuchon and rather too many bottles of St Julien yummy wine and after the girls had tried to stop me from taking a picture of two extremely large women in tiny shorts and high heels sashaying across the MGM Grande plaza. Actually a policeman watched me chase them down with my camera in hand and said, only half smiling "Sooooooooo mean!" I felt bad all night. Couldn't even BEGIN to think about the craps table. (But I have the offending picture and I'm not posting it here).
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