Elton John, Amoreena
And so another Thursday rolls around. We’ve only just recovered from last week’s near-crippling sensuality. But here it is, so unbutton your work slacks and allow the soft whispers to echo around your underpants, perhaps wink at that colleague you’ve always fancied, then suggest that you get together and rub oil into one another’s thighs sometime. It is, after all, the sexiest day of the week. Above, Elton John explains that he misses his woman. He wasn’t gay in the 1970s.