While clearing out some closets (digitally speaking) I came across these pics. I must have wanted to use them in a post about how Brit TV women are much sexier than their American counterparts, or maybe it was just another Bucket List, who knows? Anyway, here they are:
Charlotte Hawkins
Claudia Winkelman
Kate Silverton
Nigella Lawson
Victoria Coren-Mitchell
Honestly, I have no recollection as to why I would have saved these pics.
Okay, here’s a place that for some reason has taken my imagination:
Another view:
It’s in England — it could only be in England in that location — and in the chilly north (York), which would make it even less desirable. Also, from its description it’s in terrible shape inside, and in typical Brit fashion it has only one bathroom, but ignore all that for the moment.
Like I said, for some reason it has a strange appeal for me. The “no neighbors” thing is one attraction, and yes, there will be terrible traffic noise so having a garden is not that much of an attraction. But it’s surely a better deal than one of the houses / apartments across the main road, which have all the same noise but not any privacy, with two shared walls and cramped living conditions.
Could you live in such a place, or is it the stuff of your nightmares?
I meant this to be posted yesterday, but in my sickened state I cocked up the date, so here it is.
Am I the only one who’s in a mood of suspension, here?
Of late, I feel myself facing the tide of daily events with a sense of either indifference or irritation — in the latter case, that whatever happens before the November elections will turn out to be irrelevant.
More than ever before, this election will be a watershed of some kind in this nation’s history. If Trump wins the Presidency, perhaps he can do all the things — or at least most of the things — that could begin to turn the ship of state around, away from the looming catastrophe of Socialism that would most certainly be cemented in place should Harris and her Communist vice-president win.
I have to say that I felt the same way before Obama was elected, but not as keenly as I do now.
Is this what faces us, in the foreseeable future? A perpetual cycle of eight years of socialism, followed by four years of slight correction, followed by another eight years of socialism?
I leave it to others — I have to leave it to others — to decide what happens from now on. I am but one vote, one voice, and my age and failing health will prevent me from participating in what so many conservatives are calling a “revolution”, an upheaval so cataclysmic that for the first time in my life, I am afraid not just of that, but of the consequences thereof.
I have made all sorts of preparations, taken all sorts of precautions, but I fear that no matter what I have done, it will not be enough.
Let’s splash out on some primo news bits:
...my guess is that he’s a 2nd Lieutenant, because only a 2nd Looey can have so slight a grasp of strategy.
...for once, I got nothing.
In Business News:
...they don’t make the tax rules, they just play by them.
...let’s hope he tries this in Europe, because it’s not gonna work in Asia.
#GenZWorkforce #Unions ...then again:
...but:
...what was that I said about unions?
...and:
...and also:
…
...only 3-4 months? Talk about optimism.
...how would he be any different from every other NYfC mayor since Giuliani?
...I dunno, but if the Brits had used their radar in WWII in the same way that the Fibbies use theirs today, everyone Over There would now be speaking German.
…
#CanadaHasCulture #WhoKnew
...see, I’m so old that to me a “brat summer” has always involved this key ingredient:
And as we dive into the murky waters of 
...boy, denim sure has changed since my teen years.
#DailyMailEditors #FailAsUsual
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…which is to say that this latest attack of the Dreaded Lurgies, while not as severe as the previous one, is still holding me down and making life miserable — or maybe it’s the meds; whatever, I’m feeling crap.
Please forgive the paucity and poor quality of recent posts. Like Snowball, I shall Just Try Harder once normal health is restored — on Friday, by my calculations.
In the meantime… (“Quick, throw ’em a gun pic — that should do.” — Ed.)
That’s a matched pair of Uberti 1873 “Cattleman” revolvers, in the manly .45 Colt chambering.