Pet Loves

‘FROM one pneumatic reality TV star who made it big, we move to another wannabe who has but a toehold on fame’s oily ladder, and check up on Saskia Howard-Clark.

Maxwell

It’s a double-barrelled name for the girl who lit up the Big Brother house with her, er, double barrels.

And there is buxom Saskia, sitting on fellow Big Brother loser Maxwell Ward’s shoulders.

OK! caught up with the fast moving pair as they kissed, posed and beamed in the exclusive Linder Golf & Wellness Resort, just outside Palma on the isla of Majorca (when booking mention Anorak).

With the advertorial done, it’s soon time to check in on the “love-hungry” couple as they get stuck into each other.

Having pulled on some “tantalising swimwear” (a generous blue bikini for her, a pair of beige surf shorts for him) the duo headed to the hotel’s pool for some “cheeky mischief”.

Indeed, we are not disappointed. Saskia and Maxwell seem to have studied the warning board at their local pool and made it their own – the one that’s says no petting, no diving, no bombing, no injecting heroin, no nuclear powered inflatables and so on.

Only they’ve got a little stuck on the petting part, and we see more shots than is decent of the pair at it. Not kissing. Not snogging. But petting, that closed-mouth kissing that happens in Doris Day films and adverts for nappies.

But Maxwell is something of the ventriloquist and through barely-moving lips says: “We get on wicked, we have a wicked laugh. “She’s one of the funniest girls I know. I look for that in a bird.”

And that’s a bird who likes to peck…’

Posted: 1st, August 2005 | In: Reviews Comment | TrackBack | Permalink