Youth in Revolt(ing)
I don't even.
( The whole set of promo pics. )
PS. Is it just me, or does the Skins 'novel' read like bad fic? Possibly I'm just bitter. ;) ;)
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Affronted, Howard brought his hands to his hips, giving a sudden gasp of disappointment as he realised he'd ruined the Copydex fingertips he'd been making. "I am not balding, Vince. I'm just too manly for a full head of hair. My testosterone levels are so high that my follicles just open and individual hairs leap out, unable to take the masculinity for a moment longer. I'm so manly I can pound in nails with my finger tips, fix car engines by sneering at them and I've even made women orgasm from eight miles away. I'm a man, Vince. A manly man."
"Whatever, Howard. Just don't go for the comb-over or I won't be able to walk the streets of Putney with you ever again."
Howard gave a sigh and pulled the stringy glue from his fingers with irritation. "What did the note say?" he asked.
"I folded it into a tiny handbag," replied Vince cheerfully. "This catsuit doesn't have any pockets."