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Once again, I hear the whines: “Oh Kim, those purty lil’ sports cars are fine an’ all… but they’re plain useless if’n you want to haul a load or sump’n. So give us more Murkin eye candy.”
I serve to please:
…and that’s it for this series, as 2018 draws to a close. Next Sunday there’ll be something totally different.
…from me and mine, to you and yours.
And back we go, Over the Pond (and also back in time, a tad):
Still gorgeous, after all these years… no voting needed on this one because they’re all equally beautiful.
But it seems only fair that we should also take a little peek into Jag’s future:
Apparently, UK retailer ASOS has done something good:
ASOS has won praise after unveiling a dedicated clothing collection for women with a big bust.
The British online clothing giant has unveiled a new in-house range catering for women with cup sizes from size DD to G – featuring everything from work shirts to party dresses – and shoppers have been tweeting their appreciation.
So purely in the spirit of enquiry, of course, I clicked on the link (don’t bother) to see what all the fuss was about. Naturally, there were pics of said clothing, but the models were… shall we say less than ideal?
If the goal was to depict women who will benefit from big-breasted clothes, then the one in red was marginally acceptable, perhaps, but the other was assuredly not.
I mean, really?
For the benefit of ASOS, these are the women who would benefit from such clothing:
Yer welcome.
About the last pic: I actually know her, through a friend. No augmentation surgery there (don’t ask).
“Okay Kim,” you whine, “them furrin cars is all very well, but how ’bout some Murkin goodness?”
Ask, and ye shall receive. Here are the Corvettes:
Go on; you know what to do…
If I could play one indoor game very well, it would be snooker (not pool). And should you want to know who I’d like to play as well as, it’s Ronnie O’Sullivan. For your Friday night movie, here is the man himself absolutely demolishing his opponent in a best-of-nine competition. (Hint: it doesn’t go to nine games.) As any good snooker player will tell you, it’s not sinking the ball that’s important, it’s where you leave the cue ball for your next shot, and in terms of skill, Ronnie’s like Tiger, but with better smeeking:
But this is the expression that his opponents dread seeing:
So pour yourself a drink, sit back, and enjoy the next three-quarters of an hour, seeing a man on top of his game.