ChumpStyle: Boobs of the Week: Sheena Lee

Sheena Lee Gallery 1
Sheena Lee Gallery 2

Class A belter. You don't come hotter than Sheena Lee, unless of course you're wearing thermal underwear under a ski suit in the middle of the Gobi Desert and even then I think Sheena would still cut you into little pieces. View the full gallery at johnnycrosslin.com.

If you have been taking notice over the last while you would have realised that the last ChumpStyle Boobs of the Week, Marzia Prince photo shots were also done by photographer Johnny Crosslin. Like Tucan Sam was when I was 5, Johnny Crosslin is now, and I'm not ashamed too say so, this is tough, he's my Hero. OK there I said it. I just hope he finds this post linking to his site via Technorati and pops on over and leaves a comment along the lines of "Keep dreaming high dreams, live your life to the fullest, WW2 was not won in a day, the FA cup is not won in May", I want to hear those encouraging cliche's like it's coming out of his ears. But alas, the only person that does really answers Technorati look backs is Robert Scoble - and I'm OK with that, well I will be after a couple of stiff ones at the local Fire & Dragon tonight.

Not many of you know that my life's ambition is not too be a "black-rimmed spectacle, wearing Room 35 down the hall when you smell coffee and cheese take a left" techie, no far from it. It's always been to be of them pseudo celebrities, you know them, the ones that should never have half made it, but did. I want that, I want too at any time I please pick up a handfull of grass and soil, sniff it heavily and say "Fuck Yeah, I half made it". I want that.

So my come-early new-years resolution is too, ok well firstly to get the distribution of the limited edition set of ChumpStyle t-shirts out the way, which by the way will be going cheap-cheap (like your mom), then, drop my faux-techie job and head off to the Hollywood of the Southern Hemisphere (well so I have read), New Zealand. Not because I've heard good things about New Zealand. Far from it. I do so desperatley crave to be known as something obscure like "The only great thing to come out of Roccowookoo since the extinct Red Wattled Spider-Snake, the South African born of English descent that made it 'big' as an actor". I can just see it, lamp post signs 5 years from now in the small town of Roccowookoo informing the local farm folk to be at Wezzo's book signing at Billy's Butcher on Friday before he heads off to the UK to star in four episodes of Eastenders.