I never saw the U.S. version of Pippi Longstocking in the late 1980s, so I missed Tami Erin in the role:
Of course, she was a teeny back then, but she did grow up, oh yes she did:
…and more mature:
Now, like so many of them, young Tami seems to have lost her acting career (because age, whatever) and gone over to The Dark Side OnlyFans — no I don’t have access — and this seems to be the kind of thing she does now:
It’s a long way from Pippi, but there it is.
Earlier this week there was some silly awards thing (which nobody cares about) called the “Pride Of Britain”, which as far as I can see is just an excuse for showbiz houris to show off their boobs. You’ll recognize some but not others, but I simply couldn’t be bothered with names because, as I said above, nobody cares. Here’s a sample:
You have to know things are bad when Carol Vorderman (#1) is the most restrained of the lot.
We’re moving away from the movies today, and looking at a few women who were the mistresses of various kings and emperors. First up:
Emperor Alexander II of Russia and Catherine (Katya) Dolgorukova
Next, Britain’s Charles II and…
Barbara Villers Castlemaine Palmer
Phew… it’s a wonder the old boy had any time left over to do any ruling. Anyway, now it’s the turn of:
King Frederick William II of Prussia and Wilhelmine Rietz 
Back to Britain for some King Georges.
George I and Sophia Kielmansegg
George II and Henrietta Howard
George IV and Mary Robinson
And lastly for today, from Austria-Hungary, Emperor Franz Joseph I and:
Anna Nahowski
(who, by the way, was all of fifteen years old when FJ started bonking her; then again, she was already married and thus by law no longer a minor)
More next week.
Sometime ago, a commenter asked: “What happened to Nigella Lawson? You used to be so sweet on her” (or words of that nature).
Simple answer: she lost a whole bunch of weight, and along with that, Nigella got all gaunt ‘n stuff. (It’s all okay to lose weight; but sometimes, something essential is lost along the way.)
I thought I’d illustrate the point with (what else?) a couple of pics. Here’s Our Girl in years gone by:
And magnificently tousled:
Then she started to lose weight:
And had she stopped there, I think we can all agree that this would have been fine. But she didn’t:
I mean the basics are still there, but…
And a couple more reminders of days gone by:
See what I mean?
I know; she’s got older, too — but the gaunt, “skinnier” Nigella just doesn’t do it for me anymore. And that’s a Sad Thing.
Not well known in Murka, but very much so in her native Britishland, Shirley Anne Field was not a serial killer (despite the three-name thing), but she did have a massive feud with Frank Sinatra, so there’s that to commend her. And of course, there’s the rest:
And in Technicolor (to show off her red hair):
And truth be told, she aged like a fine wine:
Magnificent.
I was never a big fan of the 70s-era Maserati Ghibli, simply because at the time I was enthralled (and still am) by the much-smaller Dino 246 GT.
However: times have moved on and changed, and so have I, a little bit here and there. Now, the thrills of blatting away in a Dino at full throttle from light to light with a skinny blonde in the passenger seat have dimmed somewhat.
Now, what I think I would like is a bigger car, to accommodate the bigger Kim, and someone more akin to, say, Kelly Brook alongside me.
Rapid acceleration is okay, but not essential; more important to me are things like sufficient torque and raw power that can push over hills and such towards my final destination. Ditto the car.
Hence my interest in the Ghibli: to wit, “a 4.7-liter, dry-sump V-8 that produces 330 horsepower, which is sufficient to move the big GT from zero to 60 MPH in a quick 6.4 seconds and reach a top speed of more than 150 mph.”
I know that a lot of today’s cars could do the same or better, with greater reliability and even better performance. But what the hell: I’m not a F1 driver, I’m not even a fast driver; what I want is a reasonable facsimile of today’s performance, with a touch of history thrown in.
And with the top down (car and/or passenger), the thrill would be immense:
“Okay Kim, that’s enough, we get your point.”
