love love love love carra

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

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“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?’”