WILL SEYMOUR seeks the comfort of escapism in the bounteous bosom of a corseted Victorian wench, but even his own self-spun yarns end in a tangle of despair and impotence.
WILL SEYMOUR goes speed-dating, and assesses a cavalcade of eligible speedy women for potential life-partnership.
Town may have walked away victorious in the Boxing Match, but Tab Fashion takes to the streets to find out the results in the style stakes…
Live and let die… WILL SEYMOUR sells his soul to six little spots for a night of Basics rum and liberal nudity.
Who said facial hair is a turn-off? Our moustached men come over all lumberjack in The Tab’s Movember shoot.
Laura Dennehy