Well I must have been. Look what Santa left in my stocking.........
Now that's a seriously sexy pair of heels, my friends. On New Year's Eve a few minutes before midnight, I'll be standing on a large tiled balcony. Only the moon and the stars, winking at themselves in the placid waters of Lake Como provide any light. And my insides will be doing their own impersonation of those bungee dancers from Cirque du Soleil because any minute now HE will walk out - drawn to me. Because of those shoes.
You heard it first here, folks. These are my Kissin' George shoes!
That's him - practising his puckering up approach. Wish me luck!