Only another blonde has come forward since last Friday's revelations... To be frank, this w*** pot doesn't deserve the time and energy required to write something original. Ergo, here's The Sun's version of events in full:
"The Chelsea defender said the pics were sent to glamour girl Sonia Wild after he gave the temporary mobile to a friend, who passed it to another pal. But that explanation is today exposed as a lie as The Sun reveals another woman received virtually IDENTICAL pictures of Cole and more than 300 text messages - sent from the SAME phone nine months earlier. The snaps include Cole standing in front of a bathroom mirror in just his white pants and others too obscene to publish. We can reveal the Chelsea player bombarded the pretty secretary with nude photos and raunchy messages while his wife Cheryl was working as a judge on TV's X Factor. The England footie star, 29, sent the blonde career girl hundreds of texts over a two-month period. Most were sent while Cheryl was at work on X Factor's 2008 series." Indeed, a few shorts months after he was "alleged" to have banged a hairdresser betwixt bouts of vomiting, and informing her she was blessed to have Ashley Cole's regurged morsels on her person.
The Sun continues with: "The messages - stored on the secretary's mobile - tear apart the tissue of lies concocted by Cole last week (oooh, get you Gordon Smart and your words) as he denied having text sex with topless model Sonia Wild, 28. His representatives insisted the photos of Cole on Sonia's phone were a 'one-off'. Cole's texts to the secretary - who we are not naming to protect her identity - also reveal the lengths he went to in a bid to hide his cheating ways from Girls Aloud favourite Cheryl, 26. During their first text session, on October 4 2008, Cole wrote: 'I beg u keep this between us x.' Minutes later he added: 'Please delete all texts ill have no balls left'."
Balls left? *cackles uproariously* You are devoid of anything resembling fortitude, particularly in the pants department. Behold exhibit Z, one of the many texts sent to (know) arbitrary blonde number 4: "can i have 1 more of ur t**s please" and "C told u. U will get better 1s when u send flesh." 1s of a married man, who kicks a ball for a living, on a semier. OOoooOoh, hold me back.
Cheryl's too busy rehearsing for tomorrow's BRIT Award performance to let this latest indiscretion seep into that brain of hers. Her mother, however, has been on the case, reportedly roaring: "Enough is enough. You cannae (she probably said "can't" but there's no harm adding a bit of effect) carry on doing this to her."
Um, he can as long as she lets him. And as long as she's married to him, he's going to treat her with a level of respect his mate John Terry has for his missus. But you're not Toni Terry, Cheryl. You have a career of your own and no children to consider. Yet. If you have kids with this scourge, God help you... and, more importantly, them. Dump this ball-less sack. You can send him "1 more pix of ur t**ts" by way of remembrance.
