By George! In the words of Dolly, here we go again…

Darn it, George! Just when you’d kinda gone off-radar on account of your sublimely beautiful wife and twins, you’ve made us fall in love with you all over again.

First, you give each of your 14 closest friends a suitcase containing £750,000, and then you graciously hand out headphones to a planeful of passengers because your children were mewling a bit too noisily.

Heroic, handsome, urbane and very, very rich. I have no words. So I’ll leave it to Dolly…

Here you come again

Just when we’ve begun to get ourselves together

Your kids are crying on a plane, you take all the blame Dispensing ear defenders, so no one ends their tether

Here you come again

Just when we’re about to make it work without you Handsome, rich and heroic: what’s not to love about George Clooney?

You gift a million to each mate, no question, no debate

And pretty soon we’re wond’rin’ how we came to doubt you

All you gotta do is sip Nespresso And there go our defences Suburbicon may have flopped, but our adulation hasn’t stopped

You’re messing up our minds and filling up our senses

Here you come again, lookin’ better than a body has a right to You’ve settled by the Thames, its where wishful thinking ends Oh Why Oh Why Oh Why Can’t our husbands be more like you?

Here you come again And here we go, here we go Here we go…