By the way, for anyone wondering what that boneless piece of cotton wool is by Kian's foot, it's what I loosely call a dog, and what Kian and Jodi call Prince (or possibly 'our little shnookums'). I'm sorry, but I can't respect a dog like that, and certainly not one called 'Prince'. Different strokes, I suppose. If Kian wants to worship a teacosy, that's his prerogative.
This last shot's from the man auction that was done to raise money for SIRF. Kian took his shirt off, and raised 650 Euro. Thankfully there's no photos of that.