how do you like kate's eggs in the morning jamie?

fried.

"wakey wakey rise and shine!" says photographer terry richardson as he wades through what is probably the messiest, most debauched honeymoon suite the ritz has ever encountered; kate's galliano dress strewn across the floor, a pair of scuffed manolos kicking about from where she's clambered up on stage to sing/ pole dance/ strip (every opportunity) all alongside jamie's cowboy boots and powder blue two piece in a heap in amongst cans of stella and half eaten sausages on sticks....

it's the morning (blates late afternoon/ early evening) after the night before and the second most important wedding of the year (i'd put lily allen in there too but i thought better of it after that ridiculous head piece she decided on)and the new mr and mrs moss are papped looking proud as punch.

it's your standard really: kate with her baps out, perfectly pouting with super legit bed hair, real deal smokey eyes and jamie rocking a hairstyle that damon albarn would be jealous of circa 1997, sporting a sterling silver t bone necklace?? sure.

whatevs tho.

still love them and we should take this time to appreciate its jamie "you don't really know any of my songs but my god, i'm a lucky git bagging her" hince that kate has slurred her vows to and not that waste of living breathing space pete doherty.

amen.