Today we’re going to look (in some detail) at Camila Giorgio, who in her early thirties has recently retired from an unremarkable career in tennis:
…and moved into a different kind of career altogether.
No, not music. While it is generally true that tennis totties have nice legs, Camila’s are sensational.
Tennis’s loss; our gain.
This is Austro-Philipino totty Myleene Klass, who was a singer with some Britpop band back in the early 2000s, and is now something or other else in showbiz.
Not too bad for her late 40s…
Among the several things about Modern Life that make me ultra-peevish is this thing about people walking around carrying drinks — water bottles, Yeti flasks, what have you — and I want to ask people (loudly) whether they think they’re going to die of thirst before they can get to the nearest tap or drinking fountain. Mostly, this applies to women, the precious creatures, because Teh Experts tell us that We Must Remain Hydrated, Lest We Die.
Maybe when you’re crossing the fucking Mojave Desert, but not when you’re crossing the street in Dallas or Los Angeles.
However, let it not be said that I’m completely intolerant in this regard. I am prepared, for instance, to make exceptions to my “Stop acting like a camel!” gripe in circumstances such as these:
…although I should also point out that not all women seem to need that oh-so important drink in their hand every time they step outdoors:
…and of course, there are those poor things in obvious need of sustenance:
I mean, I wouldn’t want y’all to think I was that Krool & Hartless, after all.
But in all honesty, if you’re that thirsty, get off the street and find a place to assuage your thirst — and there are many of them, in cities all over the world. Places like these:
It’s really not too much to ask.
Last week we looked at some redheaded Irish totty; well, here’s another one, Rachel Tucker:
She’s better known as a singer, apparently (just not by me):
…and all in all, talented and lovely and redheaded. And there you have it.
Loyal Reader Mike S. writes and confesses that like me, he is a worshipper of les cheveux roux, and wonders if I would feature two of his current obsessions of that ilk, both being Irish actresses playing on BritTV soaps.
And why not, say I. Here’s young Ellie Lavery of Hope Street:
Lessee… pale skin, freckled boobies and firecracker fuzz? Yummy.
And then there is Niamh (pronounced Nee-Evv*) McGrady from Holby City:
All the above attributes, in a MILFy package. Double yummy.
*No, I don’t understand Irish spelling / pronunciation either.
From somewhere on BritTV comes Irish actress Karen Hassan (of the Belfast Hassans, of course), and she’s rather lovely.
I think it’s those green Irish eyes…