As any fule know, I love the pneumatic Carol Vorderman for all sorts of reasons:
…but at the same time, I’m not that fooled when I see headlines like this one:
…because let’s be honest, if those bountiful 63-year-old curves were not shoehorned into and corralled by “figure-hugging outfits”, she’d probably resemble a half-filled baggie of Jello.
Not that there’s much wrong with that, of course. I find Jello quite lovely to eat, and I’m pretty sure that this would also be true of la Vorderman.
Those who saw Ricky Gervais’s outstanding Netflix show After Life may have noticed one of the co-stars, a youngin who comes on board the newspaper as a cub reporter. In real life, her name is Mandeep Dhillon, and she’s a hottie.
And yes, the eyes have it.
A while ago I stumbled onto a website that featured a series of early Playboy Magazine stuff, and looking at it, I couldn’t but wonder at how innocent it all was.
I know, calling Playboy “innocent” creates something of a cognitive dissonance in the typical reader, because the whole “Playboy” ethos was anything but that in the 1950s (and even -60s). At the time, of course, it was disturbing, outrageous, even pornographic to the eyes of the time. I mean, inviting a Black person (Sammy Davis Jr.) to perform on Hefner’s TV show, and treating him like an actual person instead of some second-class citizen — okay, nigger, to use a common term for his type back then. That, and Hef’s love of avant-garde jazz (“nigger”) music… I mean, it was just terrible.
But looking back at Playboy today, I find myself yearning for that era, because it really was an innocent time — although nowadays it’s easy to see that its permissiveness was, just as gloomily foretold, very much the thin end of the licentiousness wedge.
Compare, if you will, a typical Playboy cartoon of that era:
…with its more vulgar counterpart from the vile Larry Flynt’s Hustler:
(…which, by the way, I find screamingly funny, but that’s just me.)
Anyway, I thought I’d just use all the above as an excuse to show a few of those Playboy cartoons, and some of their models too. Enjoy.
Two ladies turned 50 over the past weekend:
All-American Doll Tiffani Thiessen
…and Toda-España Hottie Penelope Cruz
Happy birthday, ladies, from an old fan.
Okay, it won’t be a secret after this, but nevertheless: I have an old-man crush on Brit TV personality Kirstie Allsopp, the plump, matronly host of Location Location Location (or “Location x 3” as it’s sometimes called).
Apart from the obvious two, there are other reasons to love her and her outspokenness:
‘Plug-in air fresheners are poison. If you use them you are a moron who is poisoning yourself, your family & your pets. No reason for them whatsoever.’
On having to deal with British Airways:
And:
If ever there’s someone with a large megaphone that you don’t want to irritate, it’s her.
And by the way, she has an exquisite accent and lovely speaking voice. Hubba hubba.
From Longtime Friend & Reader Mark Alger:
“So, if a song that catches your ongoing attention is an earworm, what is an image that accomplishes the same end? An eyeworm?”
Yes. Here’s one of mine:
Try as I may, I just cannot.
More to follow.