I meant to mention yesterday that Victoria and David Beckham are going to have to keep an eye on their son Brooklyn in the coming years as he’s becoming quite the looker.
Cruz is, of course, my favourite but Brooklyn has inherited the right mix of Beckham-Adams genetics (mostly Becks with a small dash of Posh) even though he’s currently thirteen-years-old and veering into the difficult-in-the-looks department 14-17 window as the misery of puberty and acne etc. kicks in.
I love that Posh has told him not to ruin the family portrait at events by opening his mouth when he smiles and showing off his braces.
Or maybe it’s just something that comes naturally after years of watching his mother gurning in the mirror and practicing what she’s going to do with her mouth ahead of a red carpet?
JLo, Demi Moore and Madonna are probably already noting his good looks and circling his eighteenth birthday on their calendars with a snarl, hip thrust and a rawr noise, accompanied with an extensive rub of their thighs.
No doubt they’re instructing their PAs to remind them to make friends with Posh a few weeks beforehand so they can enlist him as their latest piece of arm candy, as we speak.