|Sadly, Jerad didn't pick 'Fuck Me Friday' as the improv song.|
|Jackson ditches the Mad Hatter look for the Sexy Hatter|
|The 'Fro of Death|
Luckily, I had a second chance the next night at the O2 Academy in London, because during the 'Thank You' song The Rathboner only went and dived into the flippin' audience - and right on top of me. Before you could say 'knicker explosion' Jackson's chest was suddenly IN MY FACE. Did I have a good grope of his pecs? Did I rip his shirt open? Did I lick the sweat off his nipples? No, no and no. I just fucking froze. FAIL!
|Graupner: Got the full force of Beany love|
Just as I was despairing at my lameness, Jackson grabbed hold of my wrist and DIDN'T LET GO (for what felt like at least 3 hours, anyway...). And ladies, let me tell you, he has a firm grip. One for the spank bank, fo' sho'. WIN!