Another Look

Many moons back, I set up a scenario wherein you were going to drive around Italy with a beautiful woman, in a beautiful car.  (For those of shorter memory, or who missed it, here’s the premise.)

So here’s another one, closer to home.  The route I’ve chosen looks like this:  east-west along U.S. Highway 50, then a cut south before Cinci and Lexington (because ugh), then westward eastward along U.S. Route 70 to the Atlantic.  Starting point is Winchester VA (red dot #1) and the finishing point is wherever Dot #2 is, on the coast.

I’ve done the U.S. 50 bit myself before, and it’s beautiful.  I’ve done a little bit of U.S. 70 (from Nashville to Charlotte), and it’s also lovely. The road is twisty, the atmosphere romantic, and the scenery beautiful — from open fields to forested mountain passes.

The whole trip should take about 5-6 days, about 7 nights — because this isn’t a race.

So here are the choices (and remember, no switching around;  the choices are as set down), and the women are as pictured, not how they would look today.  And yes, assume a little romance along the way.

Choice #1:  1965 AC Cobra and Dita Von Teese

 

Choice #2:  1965 Shelby Mustang and Kelly Brook

 

Choice #3:  1956 T-bird and Lynda Carter

 

Choice #4:  1961 E-type and Liz Hurley:

 

Choice #5:  1959 Mercedes 190 SL and Laura Linney

 

Choice #6:  1965 Ferrari 275 GTB-4 Spider and Amy Adams

Your choice in Comments;  I’ll tell you mine tomorrow.

Missed It By THIS Much

Apparently, yesterday was International Orgasm Day or something equally stupid.

Needless to say, I missed it, just as I’ve missed so many of its namesakes.

Nowadays, of course, I’m more likely to have a Supreme Moment by looking at pictures of things like this: 

…or this:

…rather than this:

In truth, though, what would really get the old juices running would be… ummmm… how can I put this delicately, or in a manner which wouldn’t cause the fuzz to show up at my door…

A deep pit full of dead Socialists?

Something like that.

One Day At The Mail

On the average day, I first check this website, read the Comments and emails, then I go to Chris Muir’s Day By Day, then to Insty, and then to the Daily Mail.  That’s pretty much it, and then I trawl through other sites more or less as they occur to me.

At the DM, I see the news, mostly Brit of course, and pick up bits and pieces that I think warrant either a post or for inclusion in the News Roundup.  As I do that, I see en passant articles about the usual motley selection of slags, hussies, whores, reality show “stars” and media personalities (some overlap), which I either ignore because I have no idea who they are, or else because I do know who they are (e.g. the Kardashian coven) and refuse to clutter my already-overstuffed brain with that shit.

My Brit Readers may know who these women are, of course, but that’s their problem.

I have to admit, though, that I am occasionally seduced into reading some of the former, simply because the women look quite attractive, and I’m as much a sucker for a pretty face as any man with the proper hormones, if you see what I mean.

So last Thursday (I think), I decided to collect a couple-three pics of each of the prettier totties featured on that day, and present them to you as a sort of collage, if you will.  It doesn’t matter if you don’t know who they are (or even care), as what passes for fame in Britain pretty much means singers, actresses or “media personalities” (again, some overlap), or else the Royal Family (who have no attractive totties in their ranks anyway).

Anyway, here are the ones I chose, in no specific order.

Tina O’Brien

Jess Impiazzi

Suzanne Shaw

And finally, Denise Van Outen (I do know who she is, simply because she’s been around for a long time, she was a guest on Top Gear, and she’s aged quite gracefully in that sort of Helen Mirren way)

If you want to know more about them, go ahead and search online — I don’t feel like doing the work for what is, after all, just eye candy.

I may do this again on occasion, unless the reaction in Comments is vitriolic and involves dodging a storm of (virtual) rotten tomatoes tossed in my direction.

Old Man Crush #305

Have I ever mentioned before just how infatuated I am with actress Laura Linney?  For one thing, she’s an excellent actress quite deserving of a star on Hollywood Boulevard:

…and then, of course, we get to the strawberry-blonde hair, fine body and OMG those exquisite dimples:

Woof.

Readers without failing memories may recall that she played Abigail Adams in the excellent HBO mini-series John Adams — and all I can say is that if the real-life Abigail was half as beautiful as Laura, it’s a miracle that ol’ John ever got to Philadelphia.