Okay, sure, maybe the 22-year-old daughter of Hulk Hogan isn’t the prettiest rose on the bush. She might, largely due to her lineage, be a little broad around the shoulders, a bit like Sitr Steve Redgrave maybe. But there is something undeniably hot about Hogan. Maybe it’s her big thighs and the possibility of her ramming you into the turnbuckle, or maybe she’ll rip her t-shirt off like her old man used to do before he became a gurning pantomime of masculinity. Who knows, but as Brooke sprawls on this pontoon, bikini clad and drink in hand, she looks happy and relaxed, like she’s gearing up for a night on the tiles spent batting away the advances of coiffured date rapists. The sort of men who wear flip - flops with jeans and refer to each other as ‘brah,’ and high-five each other relentlessly and cry almost every night when they find themselves alone, again, staring into the abyss as they sit on the edge of their beds, wondering what it’s all for? Wondering how long it would be before someone found them if they died. Another night chasing the demons away by staying up and watching Training Day for the eighth time and reciting the words line for line. Man, Ethan Hawke is cool…

Yes Brooke Hogan might be a little heavy set. And sure she has a forehead like an Easter Island Statue. But we’d take a night out with her over an awkward dinner with Anne Hathaway any day. Well done Brooke, I think that’s our round…