Saw this SOTI:
I have to say that I am a man of, shall we say some extensive experience in les affaires sexuelle.
But WTF are “Eagle” and “Pretzel”?
And frankly, I don’t think I want to know what’s in “Other”…
Saw this SOTI:
I have to say that I am a man of, shall we say some extensive experience in les affaires sexuelle.
But WTF are “Eagle” and “Pretzel”?
And frankly, I don’t think I want to know what’s in “Other”…
From this cantankerous Olde Phartte:
“Getting older is not about embracing life’s adventures, it’s a slow and orderly retreat from them.”
…and he spells it out for us in the article.
Can I hear a “Yeah, man!” from us kindred spirits?
Referring to the above post, the manifestation of advancing years is that you want to go from this:
…to this:
Or maybe vice-versa.
It’s hell, this “getting old” business.
Tom Parker-Bowles finds the best chippie in Britishland, and it makes me want to go there.
Except Scottishland at this time of year is… well, as put by Combat Controller, who with Doc Russia has just returned from the annual roe deer cull in the Cairngorms: “Cold, miserable, windy and wet.”
Okay, but I’d still like to get to the Sea Salt & Sole at some point. A good fish ‘n chips meal is becoming alarmingly hard to find Over There, at any price. The low price is a bonus.
Could have been worse; it might have been your Dad. Anyway:
Time for some nice stuff to look at:
Get that smile working (I know, it’s hard) and get on with it.
One of the several ingenue actresses of the era, Hayley Mills was always too much the “girl next door”, despite having all the attributes, because everyone around her nurtured and maintained the image (like they did with Julie Andrews) — and not the least because her father wouldn’t let her play the title role in Lolita.
That’s not to say she wasn’t beautiful, both as a young girl and then a teenager.
And in color:
And surprise surprise, she turned out to be a gorgeous older woman, too.
That was her in her sixties, and not in the Sixties.
Lovely.