Abigail Clancy — the fiancee of gangly giraffe-like Tottenham Hotspur striker Peter Crouch — has long been a favorite here at With Leather despite her terrible taste in men. Or maybe because of her terrible taste in men? No, that has nothing to do with it. Much more influential in the favoritism are her hair and eyes and lips and wardrobe selections and — whatchama call those things again? Boobs? Yeah, those are good, too.
Anyway, every time that Abbey shows up somewhere looking attractive, as she did at last night’s Pride of Britain Awards, it’s hard not to take a walk down memory lane with her. Who can forget the time she frolicked in the surf with friends? Or that time she didn’t feel like wearing her bikini top? Or when her sheer dress showed off her leopard-print thong? So many happy memories I have of her. I wonder if she ever got that ear I sent her?