Errr…
Feel free to search for “Ewa Sonnet” on yer own time (i.e. not at work).
And then there’s this additional refutation of the opening statement. Enjoy the (SFW) view.
Art, music, whatever
Errr…
Feel free to search for “Ewa Sonnet” on yer own time (i.e. not at work).
And then there’s this additional refutation of the opening statement. Enjoy the (SFW) view.
I am often asked why I prefer movie stars of yore to today’s offerings. Allow me to explain, using but a single picture taken sometime in the 1950s:
That’s Jane Russell on the right, Debra Paget (I think) on the left, and I don’t know who’s in the middle.
None of that is important. As long as you’re prepared to overlook the hot dogs, that is.
From Reader Gloria S. comes this little bit of mischief: “The Alvis was class, so’s this one. ’54 Jaguar XK 120 M, Drop Head Coupe.”
I saw several of these last year over in Britishland, and each one was as beautiful as the other. This one, however (to quote The Englishman) makes parts of me stir that haven’t stirred for a long, long time.
From Comments in yesterday’s post explaining my brief abstinence:
“Maybe toss in a extra-ration of zoom-zoom, bang-bang and a bit of tasteful hoochie-coochie.”
I live to please. First, some zoom-zoom (Alvis Speed 25, 1939):
Next, a little bang-bang (Browning BAR in .243 Win):
…and finally, some hoochie-cootchie, of unknown provenance:
There’s a hilly village in Dorset, Britishland which was used in a TV commercial for Hovis bread many years ago. Here’s a view of the same hill taken during one of the “Beast From The East” winter storms recently:
My first question is: what the hell would possess anyone to build a village on so steep an incline?
My second question: I wonder what the incidence of thrombosis is in this village, compared to the national average?