it’s funny how, last year when we were in the peak fit farmbert era i was full of hopeful optimism that we might get a cheeky barn shag (or an illusion to) or aaron doing what we do and drooling over rob in his t-shirt.
and now instead it’s that enduring, fruitless hope that they might one day sit next to each other on the sofa. share half a second of eye contact. accidentally graze hands.









