Seeing Kate Moss’ panties is like someone forcing us to watch 100 hours of porn and then asking us to describe the best sex scene…it’s just not possible…the mind is too numb by then. The only thing left for Kate to do would be to climb the Big Ben naked and turn the dials with her tongue…maybe then we would get excited…

But since it is a slow day, here’s Kate drunk and dishevelled as usual returning to her hotel in London with the help of her Carlos Santana-double of a bodyguard, after helping hairdresser friend James Brown open his  new hair salon (they had free mimosas on tap).

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