This week, we’ve got two posts about people named “Imogen”, which isn’t likely to happen again. The second is coming tomorrow; right now, Imogen Thomas is at the plate.

Y'know, I could really get into this progressive yoga shit.

A former Miss Wales, Big Brother UK contestant, and lingerie enthusiast, Imogen T. is another in a long line of Brit Chicks. You know, that type of thick, big-boobed lass of which the Isles seem to possess an inexhaustible supply? They seldom become internationally known, and never seem to actually do much of anything, and yet they’re constantly followed by paparazzi and end up starring on endless reality shows. More or less their version of Paris Hilton and Kim Kardashian, in other words.

Frankly, it seems like the colonies are getting screwed on this one. As I soon discovered after leaving the parental homestead for my first apartment (a family of friendly roaches let me sub-let the couch), independence sucks.

It's a little known fact that showering on your tip-toes gets you closer to heaven, and thus cleaner. True story.

What was I talking about? Oh yeah. Given that listening to a Welsh accent is often roughly equivalent to having a wild boar gargle Jell-O deep in your ear canal, Imogen has a rather sultry, appealing voice. And an aversion to pants, a phobia that I believe should never, ever be cured.

As a final bit of info, she apparently spent a couple months banging Russell Brand a few years back, before Forgetting Sarah Marshall made him famous. This, I think, is good news for every anorexic guy with a passing sense of humor and a fright wig. You are so in, dudes!

Judging by this photo, half of her body weight is made up of tits and hair extensions. Which, y'know, isn't a bad thing.