This is for those of you who have not yet seen the, er, physical evidence of
Harry Potter's Daniel Radcliffe's adventures in exhibitionism West End debut.
This link kind-of is work safe ~ and kind-of is not, if you know what I mean (5 office mates poked their heads from their cubicles at my sharp exhalation of breath when the photos loaded) so click at your own discretion. And remember, you'll need some time to study these. Closely.
I am frightened to find that I am a little hot for Harry these days.
Someone please tell me he's turned 18 and I'm not promoting something not only titillating and disturbing, but also all-kinds of illegal.
Anyone up for a jaunt to London?