I thought I’d just post the pics that have been cluttering up various of my picture folders — women I meant to feature, but never got round to doing so. Here they are, in no specific order:
Murkin pop singer Fergie:
Brit pop singer Sophie Ellis-Bextor, who needs a few pasta dinners:
Carly Simon’s nipples (how I miss the 70s):
Some anonymous Kitchen Hottie:
…and the ever-wonderful Helena Bonham Carter:
The Drew Carey Show
I was always amused by Drew Carey’s stand-up act, so I looked forward to seeing what he’d do on his own TV show.
With all good comedy shows, the supporting cast is critical, and success was pretty much guaranteed by Carey’s addition of his Whose Line buddy Ryan Stiles (Lewis), the hilarious Diedrich Bader (was there ever a better comedy screen name than Oswald Lee Harvey?) and the wonderful Kathy Kinney (as Mimi):
…as well as the brilliant Scottish comedian Craig Ferguson as his alcoholic boss, Nigel Wick — there was no way this show wasn’t going to be funny.
What made it all the better — and Hollywood used to know this formula, but had forgotten it somehow — was that the show took place not in New York or Los Angeles, but in Flyover Country’s capital, Cleveland OH. Cleveland? And it worked, brilliantly. Carey’s “ordinary-guy” schtick was perfectly cast against the insanity of his surrounding characters and the plotlines, and it too was one of the few TV shows I’d stay home to watch, or at least set up for recording on the VCR (younger Readers can ask their dads to explain this reference).
But nothing — repeat nothing — in TV history could have prepared us for when Drew decided to have an affair with an older woman — but not just any older woman:
Okay, I came late to the Shirley Jones Adoration Society, but if ever there’s a woman who has been gorgeous at whatever age, it’s her:
Was there a man of my generation who did not feel stirrings in his loins when Shirley sashayed down Carey’s stairs for breakfast, wearing nothing but a long nightie?
Comedy gold, as was the entire Drew Carey Show.
…or, as Mr. Free Market puts it, why one should never travel more than forty miles north of the M4. Behold Bath (comfortably south thereof):
And Liverpool (way the hell north):
I think the point has been made.
Your suggestions in Comments…
In ascending order of terrible, they are:
- International Hemorrhoid Day
- International Vegan Day (or is that just the same as the above?)
- Premature Ejaculation Day (I know, I know: all ejaculations are premature)
- Molest A Pre-Teen Girl Day (for Roman Polanski, that’s every day, of course)
and the absolute worst:
- Senator Chuck Schumer Appreciation Day
Your suggestions in Comments, as usual.
For some reason (inebriation of the editorial committee, no doubt), my copy of Modern Drunkard magazine arrived late this month; but I think the exhortation is nevertheless quite motivational:
This nonsense of naming days as “Blah Blah Blah Day” is just stupid. Wait till tomorrow to see exactly how stupid…