This woman standing next to Seth Green hasn’t charitably chosen to pose with this miniature ginger man, she is actually married to him. That’s right – this absolute fox popped on a white dress and strode (we’re guessing a good few paces ahead) down the aisle (/private Californian vineyard) with this chap. So it’s no bloody wonder Mr. Green is looking like the cat that got the hand-churned, Channel Island clotted cream, because we’ll say again, he is married to THIS woman:

 
Great with strawberries

Sometimes you do wonder if just before he closes his eyes at night he turns over, looks at the sleeping beauty of a Princess Clare Grant lying next to him he doesn’t whisper “Yesssssssssssssss” under his breath with the same level of glee you got a pat on the head at school.

He probably does a little fist pump with his little hands just for good measure. And then eats Angel Delight and sings lots of songs heavily laced with Christian propaganda. Ok, so probably not, but the guy is about as hench as FHM’s eight year old cousin.


Armed with a frappucino, some flat sandals and her best lines Clare's competition was prepared.

Here’s the thing, Seth Green doesn’t care that he isn’t hench and that he needs to stand on tippy toes to punch above his weight because he’s RICH. Are you rich? No. He’s also funny. Are you funny? We didn’t think so. But most of all he’s actually a bit of a legend and a really nice guy, so just stop slagging him off with your eyes, yeah. Sometimes you can be really hurtful did you know that?