The Son&Heir texted me during a lunch break last week. He asked me for specifics on his birth date, time and birthplace. When I asked why, he replied with something about a “complex horoscope”. Here’s an extract from our ensuing conversation:
These are the days of our lives…
…comes from a phone message to Jeffrey Epstein:
“Is 2:30 is OK cuz she needs to stay in school?”
Gawd forbid he should interfere with her studies…
Who she, you ask?
Anyway, this means MILFy Kate is back on the market now, so to speak.
Too soon, you say?
Okay, today is a little different in that I’m featuring stuff that made me giggle at one time or another, and I saved it in a random folder. Much of it comes from the Knuckledragger (thankee, Kenny), I may have published one or two before, and I’ve also edited some a little. Whatever: I’m cleaning out a folder, so here we go:
(I edit them)
And from the same folder, some eye-catching stuff:
I know, it’s a somewhat… eclectic selection, but there it is.
Happy Monday.
Let’s confine ourselves to just one horny royal today, this being France’s Louis XV, who was a very busy lad.
Madame de Pompadour
…who wasn’t just his mistress, but pretty much the equivalent of his chief of staff (yeah, that staff as well).
Marie-Anne de La Tournelle
…who joined each of her four sisters as mistress of Louis XV. Ran through the family, he did.
Marie-Louise O’Murphy 
One of the few of all the royal mistresses who gave us a peek at her whole body, thanks to having been a model for artist François Boucher.
Madame du Barry
Now this was an interesting one. Not only did Madame du Barry go through the French court and nobility like a cleaver through a lamb — she must have had considerable bedroom skills — but she was also the longtime mistress of the grandson of Louis V, Louis XVI.
A multi-generational floozy! Sadly, though, the French Revolution’s guillotine was the last thing she gave head to.
I see with some regret that Audi is discontinuing both the R8 supercar and its baby brother, the TT sports car.
For obvious reason$$$ I was never in the market for either, but I still feel somewhat melancholy because the thought of the loss of any car built for the pure enjoyment of driving is not a happy one.
A hundred years ago I talked about the joys of open-topped sports cars, and my feelings have not changed one iota. If anything, my desire to own a convertible sports car has increased, not lessened, even though I know that I’d probably need some kind of crane or lift to get my decrepit fat ass out of the thing.
Hence my lottery dream of the exquisite BMW Z8:
(horrifyingly, since sold)
…or more reasonably, the Mazda MX-5:
Which leads me to today’s little thought exercise.
Below is a list of 20 sports cars (not supercars). Assuming that all were driveable and in excellent condition, and had assurance of some kind of reliability (and please note that last factor)…
…rank your top 5 of the 20 (and only of these 20, no substitutions) with reasons if so desired. Consider whatever factors you feel are important: “wow” (that feeling when you walk into your garage and realize that it’s yours, all yours), reliability, chick-appeal, speed, handling, trunk size, whatever.
Note that there’s a mixture of old and new. Feel free to mix ‘n match. Also, I’ve left off some obvious ones (pure performance cars like the E-type, Corvette, Ferrari, AC Cobra etc. so that you end up having more choices).
Sunbeam Alpine
Honda S2000
Austin Healey 3000 MkIII
Jaguar XK120
Mercedes 230 SL
Alfa Romeo 1750 Spider
MGB GT
VW Eos
Toyota 2000 GT
Audi TT
Morgan Plus 8
BMW Z4
Ford Mustang
MG TF
Toyota MR2
Lotus / Caterham Seven
Triumph TR4
Fiat Dino 2400 Spider
Porsche 356 C
Jensen Interceptor
My Top 5 below the fold: