Frank Lampard is still on holiday in Las Vegas.
It’s been longer than 48 hours. In fact, it’s been a week.
We didn’t think it was possible to “do” Vegas for that long without dying of alcohol poisoning or catching something that requires a prescription. But it would seem Lampsy is in his element: sun, poolside drinks and skanky chicas as far as the eye can see.
Hardly surprising that the tabloids are full of photos of him oogling women in bikinis like it’s a major news break. But, to that we say, big deal. He’s a baller. He’s single. He’s on holiday. Let him look. (Although in one particular case, even we had to say, Hold Up. Is this bitch naked?)
What’s newsworthy in this story? Well, Frankie is flying the flag high for Brits on vacation by baking his skin into a healthy shade of red only seen in lipstick tubes. And he’s not been arrested. We say, success!
Now come home Frank. Please.