The Tates sell their "be a man" coaching package. The message from the top of this bullshit, is that there is something you can do, we have the secrets, now give us money.
He had a meeting with the Saudis the other week. He looks bad normally, but standing next to them in their white clothes, the photographer couldn't fuck with the white balance as much, and he looked absurd, like a fucking Oompa Loompa.
The fact that it stops miles from his hair and eyes as well, like they apply this shit with a stencil and a spray can.
We'd just tape them off the TV though, so halfway through you'd get an advert for a DFS sale that must end this Sunday, or that bizarre one about milk (Accrington Stanley, who are they?)
I later found out that they'd put these tapes on for us when they wanted to be left alone for a few hours. And we watched them a lot. Not sure what was more worn out by the end, the tape or my dad.
You become an adult when you hear someone telling their kids to behave or "that mister" will tell them off.
You look around. There's nobody else. You have become The Mister. The stranger based punishment of exasperated mothers everywhere. You are now an adult.
The Tates sell their "be a man" coaching package. The message from the top of this bullshit, is that there is something you can do, we have the secrets, now give us money.