Entitled — Not

Here’s one that’ll make you shake your head:

Ringo Starr’s granddaughter moans to court she earns £800 a month in a café… while Beatles star is worth £265million

Note the sense of entitlement;  he’s got it, lots of it, and she should get some because he’s her grandaddy.  (Note that she’s one of eight grandchildren, the other seven of which we hear not a word.)

Of course, Ringo worked his ass off to earn the money (and to keep it;  remember that the Beatles broke up in 1970, and many a fortune’s been lost in less time than fifty-odd years).

Unsurprisingly (and unlike Ringo), this little totty is pretty much a drag on society, to whit:

[Ringo’s son Zack Starkey] married Tatia’s mother Sarah Medikides when she was born in 1985 – the first of Starr’s eight grandchildren.  In 2016, [Tatia] herself had a child with Adam Low, making Starr a great-grandfather.

So, to recap:  single mother in her mid-30s, mediocre musician, waitress, already coining well over a grand a month from Grandpa Ringo, and whining about the Unfairness Of It All.

Too sad for words.


By the way, here’s Granddad at age 75, still performing.  And his buddies are from the following bands:  Santana, Toto, Billy Joel, Mr. Mister, ELO, and of course there’s Mr. Todd Rundgren.  Not bad company… and Our Tatia probably thinks she deserves a spot in the band, ahead of (ahem) Richard Page of Mr. Mister.

Okay, I couldn’t stand it.  Here’s Africa, played by those same buddies.

Wallpaper

This is my current screen backdrop.  It’s the Scottish town of Inverary, with its castle in the foreground. (right-click to embiggen)

It will come as some surprise, perhaps, to learn that because of the whole hereditary thing, some childlessness and tangled family trees, the current (and next) Duke of Argyll is South African.

Scream Queen

I see with some regret that the exquisite Veronica Carlson, star in many a drive-in horror movie of my youth, passed away last week at, it should be said, a respectable age, of natural causes.

Who she?  you ask.  Let the camera do the talking:

She was unusual among actresses of her time, in that she steadfastly refused to appear naked in her movies — “often nude, always covered” as one critic wrote of her.

I don’t think she needed nudity to be sexy: 

No Chance

I see that beautiful New Zealand is opening its borders to tourists next month, and my only thought is:

No.  Fucking.  Way.

Sure;  I’ll endure a 17-hour flight in an economy seat, arrive in Kiwiland only to discover that someone has caught the sniffles so Reichsfuehrer  Jacinda Wossname can lock the place up again, inflicting an endless stream of horrible TV, bad food and ugly, badly-dressed and ultra-feministical wimmyns* on my sensitive soul?

Listen:  the only reason I’d go Further Down Under would be to watch NZ play rugby or cricket against South Africa or England, and even that’s a dubious proposition.

Now I need to ameliorate my apparent harshness with this observation:  while I’ve never met an Australian (male or female) that I didn’t want to punch in the mouth ten minutes after meeting them, I have always enjoyed the company of (male and female) New Zealanders:  Australians without the rudeness and attitude, to make it brief.  But that’s not enough.

Not gonna happen, and as for the beautiful scenery:  you can stick it up your Peter Jackson.  Middle Earth, my aching African-American ass.


*hence the old joke:  Hear about the Miss New Zealand competition?  Nobody won.

Quelle Surprise

I am always amused when women all claim to love a Bad Boy, and then when they get involved with one, are all surprised when he turns out to be, well, actually badSuch as this idiot:

Evan Rachel Wood has described in horrific detail how her ex-boyfriend Marilyn Manson allegedly tied her up, beat her with a Nazi whip, and electrically shock her genitals when she tried to break up with him.

Errrr perhaps this may have been a slight clue that there was something wrong with the boy, young lady:

Just sayin’.  A little commonsense and (dare I say) parental advice heeded may have saved you all the (literal) butt-hurt.