Whoever gets my husband to dress up as Adam Ant next Halloween---or any day, for that matter---receives a special present. I don't know what it is yet, but rest assured it will be something fabulous, like, perhaps a framed photo of the baby we'll create after I pounce on his hawt ass when I see him in an Adam Ant costume. I wonder if he'd go along with my wishes to name the child Adam Ant Brown? Yes, even if it's a girl. Stop it. Don't stomp on my dreams.
Happy 57th birthday to the sheer fabulousness that is Adam Ant.