Spot the major fail from John Terry's jacket. I can't begin to imagine the amount of sweat he produced on that day for it to soak up his shirt then his vest then go through his jacket. I mean, for crying out loud, those jackets are nowhere near thin! Nor is John Terry for that matter...
Maybe that's a sign that when you have a tendency to cheat on a weekly basis with everything that moves from Essex slags to your best friend's wife via strippers and groupies, you should not get married or you'll get nervous and will appear looking like a pig in heat in OK Mag.
I'm actually quite surprised the King of Love Rats' PR team didn't spot that and let the pictures appear in the paper. I don't what they did with the colour or the make-up but Michael's tan is horrendously bronze next to the more natural one he bears on the paps' pictures of that very day.
Thanks for his smile, though ^^
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