love love love love carra


Somebody is in love… (and who could blame him?)


“He gave me loads of stick about my hair. He took the piss out of my fringe because, back then, I didn’t use any products. I used to just get out of bed and throw my fringe forward. Who cared about my hair? I was obsessed with football and no one wanted a picture of me when I was seventeen. Carra would look at my fringe and he would say the same thing every time: ‘Have you combed your hair from your arse again?’”