Random Totty

Who said:

“There is nothing wrong with being a woman who enjoys sex or having more than the average number of sexual partners. I have a good sex life and I am having fun with discreet people — but I have to be careful about who I am having sex with.”

Sounds like a good time, yes?

We don’t know who she is Over Here, but a lot of people know her in Britishland as a runner-up in the dreadful “Apprentice” (the “Lord Sugar” version, not the “POTUS” one), and as a businesswoman in her own right.  She is of Greek heritage, and her name is Luisa Zissman:

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(C) Boundless – Photographer: Jim Marks

One would imagine that with a ummmm social  attitude as above, Miss Luisa would have had a fairly active history, and she has (see here).  Fluctuations in the dimensions of her superstructure have largely to do with the fact that she is frequently pregnant (quelle surprise, non? ).

I don’t care about any of that, and nor should you.  She could probably launch a thousand ships before lunchtime.

No Irish Need Apply

Oh gawd… it’s St. Patrick’s Day (a.k.a. “St. Fat Prick’s Day” to us non-Irish), which means that there will be green foolishness all over the place, even at Cheltenham:

…not to mention that tonight there’ll be a whole bunch more amateur drunks falling all over the place, even here in north Texas.

It’s ironic that this bullshit is also happening over in Britishland today:

 Military veterans have slammed a decision to charge a former British soldier with the murder of two men in the Bloody Sunday shootings nearly 50 years ago. The man, named only as ‘Soldier F’, is one of 17 former members of the 1st Battalion Parachute Regiment who were investigated over the violence which left 13 people dead in Londonderry in 1972. The ex-soldier, who is now thought to be in his 70s, faces trial for the alleged murders of James Wray and William McKinney and the alleged attempted murders of Joseph Friel, Michael Quinn, Joe Mahon and Patrick O’Donnell.
The landmark decision to prosecute him has angered Armed Forces groups, who contrasted his treatment with the many IRA terrorists who have been let off during the peace process.
Critics of the probe point out that around 200 IRA fugitives, thought to be behind a series of terror attacks during the Troubles, were sent so-called ‘comfort letters’, assuring them they were no longer suspects.

Needless to say, Mr. Free Market (who is ex-1st Paras himself) is not in a good mood today, and he informed me earlier that there are a WHOLE lot of angry ex-airborne types running around, e.g.

And so do I.  Anyone who guns down a bunch of terrorists has my complete approval.

As Mr. FM adds:  “This will run for a bit, a lot of people will get pissed off & the Irish will not be happy. They never are.”

I have to admit, going back to Cheltenham for a moment, that this man is showing The Right Stuff:

Yes, he’s wearing a green jacket, but the orange (Protestant) trousers and tie are guaranteed to set off the Micks.  Definitely a little needle, there.

Gah.  I think I’ll just stay with some of the proper Cheltenham totties, to keep my spirits up.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the range.  All that new 9mm ammo isn’t going to shoot itself, despite what the Gun-Fearing Wussies think.  And for once, I’ll forego the usual silhouette target type and go with this one:

He looks sufficiently IRA, don’t you think?

‘Tis The Season

It’s heading towards springtime, which means the racing season in Britishland is getting underway — and we all know that “racing season” equates to “Train Smash Women On The Hoof”…well, except for the first race on the calendar (Cheltenham, in Oxfordshire), wherein the ladies as a rule are more, shall we say, restrained.  Of course, the fact that it was a.) chilly and b.) pouring with rain might have helped maintain a little decorum:

 

Even Liz Hurley was quite discreet — and how often can one say that?

Of course, Kim’s Latest Object Of Desire looked, well, Carol-some:

…and Top Gear’s Grand Tour’s Richard Hamster (and Mrs. Hamster) were likewise dapper:

Of course, there were those who didn’t get the memo:

But overall, it seemed as though everyone had a good time:

Next up, however, is Liverpool’s Aintree.  I can hardly wait…

Then And Now #468

Seems as though Bugatti has made a one-off for some rich fart, based on the classic Bugatti “Atlantic” of the 1930s:

Leaving aside the price of the thing (which is of course insane because Bugatti), Loyal Readers will not be surprised as to which model I prefer.  Both look like Batmobiles, of course, each for their respective era (assuming Batman was around in the 1930s, which he wasn’t), and both have amazing power (once again, for their respective eras).

I’d bet that the older one is easier to park, though, simply because the modern one looks like a bloated sow by comparison.  And in a real-life setting, the Atlantic looks even more toothsome:

Stunning

If you like gorgeous photographs, look at these.  My favorite is this one: it’s a detail, not the full thing (which wouldn’t have fitted on the page).

The last time I saw lighting like that, it was in a Rembrandt painting.  The photographer is Chris Fletcher, who apparently first picked up a camera in 2011.  (I’m not an envious type by nature, but there are limits…)

Paradise

Saw this pic at Timewaster‘s place the other day:

Clear out a couple dead trees to accommodate a little .22 range, add a clay thrower to the end of the pier, and Kim’s a happy bunny gunny.

Oh, I forgot:  also, a Ma Deuce to keep gummint agents ummm large predators errrr pirates  at bay.  That’s what I meant… pirates.