Loose Men's posts

Sex degrees of separation was our other chosen name. It's about explaining how two famous people ended up naked together. Sometimes it's love. Rarely.

It's like reading from the sports pages.

Christmas, sweets and Saville Santa

Imagine you had the power to change the world and do accents

Tom wants to get his skull tattooed while he's alive. So we remember him.

The usual. Murder for everyone else, and for Tom, sex crimes.

It's much harder to create a catchphrase than you think. Especially when you don't really understand English.

If you thought darts, you'd be wrong.

Contrary to popular belief, a private members club isn't a pub. No matter what Med says.

It really shouldn't be, but we certainly make it seem that way.

How would you commit the perfect crime? Tom thinks he's got the answer. Unsurprisingly, he really doesn't.

Who even reads the paper these days? Nerds and old ladies, that's who. AND THEY BOTH SMELL.

Not our proudest moment. Still, at least we know the microphone works.

We missed out Tom's invention to clean the bottom of mugs using an elaborate conveyor belt made of tea towels. Imagine what we left in.

The answer is 'more than you'd expect, less than you'd hope'. He's very, very handsome though.

It turns out we all misunderstood how to play the '6 degrees of separation' game. But we still learned something. ISN'T THAT THE REAL POINT?

But at least he means well.