Art, music, whatever
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
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.
Ahhh, Belgium: a flat little country sandwiched between Holland and France, and used as a military highway by the Germans twice during the 20th century.
But it’s beautiful, especially in the south where the Ardennes Forest covers the hills and valleys.
Oh yeah, and there’s Spa:
Also Bruges:
…and Brussels:
And while we’re on that topic:
And they just loves their football, oh yes they do:
For tennis, there’s former world #1 tennis totty Kim Clijsters:
…who quit tennis to have a baby, then came back three years later as a plump matron, and won the U.S. Open. Twice.
And back when there were still F1 grid girls (grrrr don’t get me started):
Speaking of delicious things to eat, there’s the peerless Belgian chocolate:
…then, and still, the finest chocolate in the world. In Belgium, it’s regarded as an art form, and supermarkets devote whole aisles to the lovely stuff.
And then there’s this stuff:
…but I have to say that while others swear by Belgian ales, I don’t care much for them. Maybe I just didn’t spend long enough in Belgium [makes note] or maybe I should just have read something like this.
But I’ve left the best till last. From Liège:
Aaahhh, you know all about their guns, so I haven’t bothered putting any pics up here. Read more
I have mentioned before that New Wife used to drive a red MGB GT back in the days of yore, when she were a weeny in her early 20s. Unlike me, she has photos — well, one photo, anyway:
That’s her brother, upon whose shoulders many of the (frequent) repairs fell. In true Brit sports car driver fashion, however, she accepted that frequent breakdowns were just a fact of ownership: the joys of open-top driving in a perfect climate on the hill roads around her house were more-than-adequate compensation.
While she was swanning around like Lady Muck, Your Humble Narrator was chugging around in one of these, hauling band equipment (which was way heavier than the recommended top load):
…only it was colored in a sort of sickly bamboo yellow. Don’t laugh; I got over 175,000 miles out of it before it was stolen.
Here’s what Drummer Knob was driving:
…as part of his trainee-plutocrat program. It was never stolen.
Earworm: Those Were The Days
Ahhh October… when fall colors appear:
…the weather turns cooler:
…and we see the arrival of (ugh) pumpkin-flavored everything:
…not to mention wall-to-wall horror movies (double ugh) on every TV channel:
Myself, I prefer the only thing that matters in October:
Your opinion may differ, but you’d be wrong.