Apparently there exists one of those Internet-famous things named Naomi Brockwell, of whom I know nothing because I don’t even dip my toes into those waters, let alone swim in them. Still, having discovered her, I think she’s worth a look, for obvious reasons:
Apparently, she made John Stossel look like an idiot when she discovered that his smartphone was basically a conduit for scam artists or something. And now you know as much about her as I do.
Quite toothsome, however.
While going through my laptop’s hard drive, trying to organize it into something which could be transferred to New Computer without too much loss of life, I stumbled across a sub-folder named “Favorites” in my “Movies” photo database.
Here’s a selection of the black & white pics. Some I may have posted before, so forgive me; but I can’t remember that far back…
Adrienne Ames
Anita Ekberg
Ashley Greene
Robyn Lawley (I think, or else Candice Huffine)
Carole Landis
Dawn French
Delia [Somebody]
Jane Russell
Joan Bennett
Marilyn
Sophia
Suzanne Pleshette
Veronica Lake
I think it’s rather obvious as to why they ended up in a “Favorites” folder. Next week, I’ll pick some more, this time in living color.
According to some legend or other, February 29 (tomorrow) is the date when women are “allowed” to propose marriage to men, as opposed to vice versa, which catastrophe may fall on any other day of the year.
So let’s play another one of Kim’s Silly Games.
Assuming you were of the age and (non-)marital status to be able to take advantage of said Leap Year foolishness, from which of the five options below would you entertain such a proposal? (And no, you can’t chicken out and nominate your current wife because that would be too easy.) To make life easier, you can rank said proposers if you want.
Another assumption (and this is a difficult one) is to imagine that none of the choices is batshit fucking crazy.
Here are the options available to you, O Lucky Man (and the names are linked, for any background you might need).
Rank away, in Comments.
I’ve ranted so often about shitty architecture on these pages that one might be forgiven for thinking that I’d be sick of it by now.
Silly rabbit.
Here’s the latest example of foulness:
Residents living next to one of the most expensive houses in Britain have blasted the home as a ‘monstrosity’.
The newbuild, in the exclusive London suburb of Chelsea, has been nicknamed ‘Gucci House’ by appalled neighbours because of its ‘gaudy’ appearance.
The ‘ugly’ mansion occupies land that was formerly a school playground and has a dark grey exterior and imposing metal gates outside.
The exclusive street is the oldest in Chelsea, dating back to at least 1566.
I know, it looks like a wart on a pretty girl’s face — not, mind you, that London residential architecture is anything like a pretty girl’s face: it’s dated, and occasionally quite horrible — but whatever, it’s what gives London its character.
As to why some rich fuck and his equally-fucky architect would want to lessen or destroy that character, I leave it to you to decide. But speaking of that architect, here’s a quote which describes the process perfectly:
Original architects, Gumuchdjian, describe the property as surrounding a garden courtyard with an entrance that echoes the Parisian Hotel Particular.
Okay, let’s just nip this little turd-piece in the bud.
There’s no such thing as the Parisian Hotel Particular — it’s not a specific building, so it shouldn’t be capitalized. The hotel particulier is a style of building, and denotes a grand townhouse. Here’s a typical example of said style, in Paris:
To even suggest that this London carbuncle resembles the above is mendacity in the Clinton Class.
And here’s the final word on this catastrophe, from a neighbor:
‘My house has survived The Blitz, it was built in the 1780s, they’re not building to match the heritage of the area. It’s like vandalism. How can the council approve this when it doesn’t match the other ones?’
Here’s a clue:
The house changed hands just last year and according to data from the Land Registry, the price tag of £73.2million was 209 times the average house price last year which was £350,396.
When a house costs about $100 million, a hundred thou or so to the right councilor or planning authority is small change.
Just sayin’.
Let’s start with England’s James II:
Arabella Churchill
…and
Dorothy Sedley
…then on to France’s Napoleon Bonaparte:
Maria Walewska
…and his nephew, Napoleon III:
Harriet Howard
Rachel Félix
Virginie Castiglione
Back across the Channel, we have England’s William IV:
Dorothea Jordan
And finally, across the Atlantic, the mistress of yet another William:
Monica Lewinsky
…and not “Karen”, as we know the bitch-genre of today. Karren Brady is altogether the right sort of woman (see here for the details, which include the fact that she’s Conservative, as opposed to being a Limo-Labourite).
All very impressive, but not as impressive as the lady (okay, Baroness) is in person:
Of course, she’s no longer an ingenue business wizard; in fact, she has a daughter who could be regarded as equally toothsome:
Quite the genetic lineage, there… but to the surprise of not a single Reader, I prefer Mommy.
