So the girls of the Playboy mansions are back on television and, incredibly, they are engaging in events that I haven’t yet seen, despite having seen the thing close on (sssh) twenty times.
This time they were celebrating Hef’s (x) birthday, and as “Hef” likes to do every year, there was a Casablanca extravaganza in his honour.
Three of his bunnies snuck off to get his present, and they came back each carrying a parcel almost twice their size.
After the candle blowing, they called Hef to open his not-so-subtle presents. They helped him by unveiling – Surprise! – portraits of themselves.
And – Surprise! – they all looked the same.
Now the bunnies have gone and there is what looks like an hour of discourse on how people in Hollywood wax. Body hair. I must to bed before I absorb a whole lot of information that I don’t need.