A friend of mine was due to propose to his then girlfriend (happily, now wife) on a rooftop bar in London a few years ago.
After many sitcom worthy interruptions, he was just about to do the traditional down on one knee...when guess who turns up with a gang of Instagram models, 3 lads with the same haircut and awful dress sense and Drake blaring from his phone...
James Maddison.
Since then he's hated him. But never mind, my friend is a Spammer.
After many sitcom worthy interruptions, he was just about to do the traditional down on one knee...when guess who turns up with a gang of Instagram models, 3 lads with the same haircut and awful dress sense and Drake blaring from his phone...
James Maddison.
Since then he's hated him. But never mind, my friend is a Spammer.