Take a look at these pics, and let me tell you that one of them has become my laptop’s new wallpaper:
Sheer magic, and a round of applause for the photographer.
Take a look at these pics, and let me tell you that one of them has become my laptop’s new wallpaper:
Sheer magic, and a round of applause for the photographer.
When I were a lad, I had the most appalling preteen crush on Sally Ann Howes — the actress who starred in the dreadful Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Her screen name was equally appalling, but in her case, it suited her perfectly because she was:
Truly Scrumptious
She died yesterday, age 91.
This is close to being the final detritus swept from my various picture folders. I can’t remember most of their names, so you’ll just have to do the search thing if you’re at all interested. Most are Brit “celebrities”, or else just random things who have caught my fancy as I scour the Internet for stuff I’d rather not talk about right now. Enjoy.
This one is some Canadian TV presenter, I think:
Tomorrow we’ll return to seditious ill-tempered rants, guns, gas-guzzling cars and similar evil stuff — in other words, it’ll be back to normal
“Recently I spent a couple of days in Dubai-on-Thames, formerly known as London”
…you just know you’re in for a rant of the kind you will often see on this back porch, only with (far) fewer Bad Words. And indeed, Theodore has still more gems, like:
“That anyone capable of uttering such drivel should be appointed (with the prime minister’s approval!) to a position of such importance demonstrates that the country has long since passed the point of no return as far as its decay is concerned.”
…and my personal favorite (about another writer):
“In a sensible world, the writer of this would be charged with crimes against the English language and forbidden from ever writing again.”
Under the reign of World-Emperor Kim, such charges would be accompanied by public floggings, but let’s not get distracted here.
Also:
“On and on goes this saccharine semi-prayer that made me want to throw a brick through the window.”
Or put a .45 bullet into the miscreant writer, but that punishment would be reserved for the editors of various newspapers (you can guess their names).
Anyway, go ahead and read the whole article, because I’ve only touched on the vitriol.
The title of this post reverts to the original spelling of the word, i.e. something that inspires awe, and is being used sarcastically.
Apparently, rent boy-lookalike actor Paul Rudd has, at age 52, been declared the “Sexiest Man Alive” by some magazine (details unnecessary).
Predictably, Teh Womyns are going all whiny, saying that no woman age 52 would be considered for the appellation in their gender (because men are pigs and ageism is eeevil etc. etc. etc. oh FFS #KillMeNow).
Really? I throw this open to my Loyal Readers, and ask them whether at least one of the following women (all of a similar vintage to Rudd) would fail to make their Top 5 Sexiest Women Alive, against the current crop of youngins (and all the pics are recent, no older than two years):
Salma Hayek (55)
Liz Hurley (55)
Nigella Lawson (56)
Caprice Bourret (50)
Nicole Kidman (54)
Monica Bellucci (57)
(I know, I know shuddup) Helena Bonham Carter (55)
And reaching back a few more years:
Michelle Pfeiffer (63)
Sela Ward (65)
Jennifer Tilly (63)
…and let’s not forget
Carole Vorderman (61)
Now I know that a lot of women of this vintage will have had some surgical restoration done — but guess what? Men do it, too — especially in show business, where most of these “contestants” are drawn from.
Feel free to add your (50+) nominations, in Comments.
I know, I know: there’s been a shameful lack of Kelly Brook on this here back porch recently, so here are a couple pics just to remind you what all the fuss is about:
And for those wondering about a similar dearth of morning-TV goddess Holly Willoughby, here she is:
And even though she’s somewhat honest about her body nowadays, I still would.
I hope everyone’s satisfied.