Showing posts with label Ray Ban Wayfarer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ray Ban Wayfarer. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

WAYNE FOOKING ROONEY.



Not that you need it but here it is – proof that the Ray Ban Wayfarer is not only on it’s way out but already approaching the stratosphere; Wayne Rooney.

It’s too early for (another) comeback and if it ever comes it will not, I repeat not, be spearheaded by Shrek. I can clearly picture the couple discussing his choice of specs. Because don’t go and fool yourself into thinking that the Ray Ban’s have anything to do with Wayne – it is, of course, all the work of Coleen McLoughlin, or Mrs Rooney as she is known these married days.


- “Just try them on darling, you’ll look great, I promise”

- “No way. These are for poofs. Rio Ferdinand will laugh at me”

- “Oh, come on. Did you not read my column in last weeks Grazia? (or is it Closer, OK!, Heat or Now?) They are the sunglasses to wear – just like last summer and the one before that. But you should really have a pair in fluorescent pink or yellow, dear”

- “Are you having a bubble bath? I’m not showing my crunched-up face down the pub in pink sunglasses. I’ll get kicked in the face!”

- “You already have been, darling”

- “Yes OK, you’re right, but I’m getting the black ones. Are you sure they’re cool?”

- “Yees, all high class celebs, Whoreditch wankers and T4 presenters wear them. And so will you!”

- “OK. What’s for dinner tonight?”

Twat