Classic Beauty: Gloria Grahame

Gloria Grahame never thought she was as beautiful as everyone else thought of her, which was a shame.  She was also more talented than studio people thought she was — her only Academy Award came from a nine-minute screen appearance in The Bad and the Beautiful  (1952).  However, when she married the son of her second husband (i.e. stepson), the resulting uproar pretty much ended her career, which was a shame.

She died at age 57, of cancer.

Living Rough

I’m not talking about that cardboard-box-under-the-freeway lifestyle, but the camping thing.

Outside the Army — which is a whole ‘nother sort of camping — and excluding those “tent in the garden” escapades as a child (which I didn’t much care for either), I think I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve actually pitched a tent and lived outdoors for longer than overnight.

And on one of those occasions there was a horrendous thunderstorm which caused a miniature flood in the campground, soaking our bedding and all our clothes.  We ended up sleeping in the car — as it happens, a 1976 Alfa Romeo sedan, which was never anyone’s idea of spacious.

We left for home at dawn the next day and that evening, three hundred miles away from the campground, my buddy and I scored with a couple of sisters at the bar of the Sunnyside Hotel in Johannesburg (where they were spending the weekend, much more sensible) and bonked our brains out overnight.

And said bonking took place in complete privacy and seclusion in the girls’ hotel room — okay, maybe there wasn’t that much privacy between the four of us — but it’s still better than Doing The Deed under canvas, where a noisy conclusion usually brings a loud round of applause from the other campers (don’t ask me how I know this).

So articles like this one leave me completely unmoved:

Perhaps you’ve been put off by the horrific scenes at airports up and down the country and are thinking: ‘No, I don’t need that.’ Perhaps the cost-of-living crisis is making you question a pricey holiday overseas. Perhaps the sunny weather we’ve been having is an encouragement to stay put here in the UK.

And that’s where camping comes in: easy-going, affordable and, if you follow our guide, you’ll discover there’s still availability for this summer.

…all accompanied by pictures of lush landscapes with no sign of thunderstorms, ants, mosquitoes, sundry rodents, wild beasts or murderers, which are all part of actual camping nowadays.  And nary a toilet in sight, of course.

The whole outdoor thing has been much overrated, in my opinion.

I might think about having a small-ish RV to tour around and so on, which could be okay, but that’s not really camping, is it?  (More like taking your apartment for a spin in the countryside.)

And you still have to find a toilet somewhere.  And forget altogether those bus-sized elephants which look like the things rock bands tour in.

I can hear the catcalls now:  “Kim, your idea of roughing it is staying at a Holiday Inn Express.”

Guilty as charged.  Your opinions may vary.


In response to my RFI about Slovenia, I got this from Reader Tim N:

Adding some holiday to work trips to Europe, one year we rented a car, drove from Germany through Austria (where our family lived in the early 50s), then to Slovenia and on to Venice before heading back to Germany.

Took a small boat to the island in middle of Lake Bled. A couple heard my wife and sister talking, asked “Are you Americans?” When they gave a positive answer, the same person asked “Why are you here?” The inference being, how did you find this wonderful place?
Wine is great, people, food, architecture. Just a wonderful visit. Will return.

Here’s a pic of said island (right-click to embiggen):

And there you have it.  Duly added to Ye Olde Buckette Lyst.

And yes, I envy Tim’s trip, bigly.

Big Bruvva’s Watching, Mate

In East Germany  Australia, the Stasi  Gummint is stepping up their efforts to spy on its slaves  citizens:

The next generation of speed cameras being rolled out in Western Australia don’t only catch lead foots but also snap drivers using mobile phones or not wearing seat belts.

In a $1.5million three-month trial, the first mobile point-to-point road safety cameras in Australia will be deployed in and around Perth.

Six cameras, which work in pairs, will measure the average speeds of drivers over a distance, which means those who only slow down when they spot a camera are more likely to be caught.

This is why the OzGov has been so keen to disarm their populace — those fucking intrusive cameras make awfully tempting targets.

I especially like this one:

However, during the pilot the cameras will not be directly used to issue infringements as laws would need to be passed to allow this.

But (and you knew this was coming):

For now they will be tested for their suitability but police can use the data to determine where certain offences are happening.

West Australia’s Strassensicherheidtsgauleiter  Road Safety Minister Paul Papalia said images showing particularly dangerous behaviour would be passed onto police to investigate.

Someone explain the difference to me between:

“directly used to issue infringements”
“passed onto police to investigate”

From the perspective of the end user (which end of the user needs no explanation) there’s NO difference.

Bastards.  Still another reason to avoid the poxy place