Passing Parade

I have never watched — nor would I ever — the awful Brit TV show I’m A Celebrity… Get Me Out Of Here!, which seems to feature people of dubious celebrity status being forced into some manky Australian camp for a couple of weeks and being forced to eat local delicacies such as wombat’s testicles and being covered with spiders and snakes.  (The latter, I have to assume, being of the very few non-venomous types to be found in that poxy country.)

Anyway, the only reason I mention this sorry event is that one of the recent “competitors” in this nonsense was a firm favorite on this here website, one Kelly Brook, who managed to survive the encounter unscathed.  Okay, apparently the awful diet of lizard’s brains etc. caused her to lose about 15lbs.

Let me reassure you all, however, that this weight did not disappear from the important part of young Kelly’s body, as witnessed by these after-show photos:

Damn… she causes the tinglies in several long-forgotten parts, doesn’t she?

Monday Funnies

And our Classical reference:

Yes, today we’re pulling that train of thought:



Anyway, to get that taste out of your mouth (so to speak), here are a few of the actual MILF persuasion:

All good, clean fun.  Or something like that.  Happy Monday.

Realism

During the 19th century, the Academic Art movement was extremely popular, incorporating themes of classic figures and themes, symbolism but above all, a realistic execution.  The French Academy, of course, took this to extreme lengths in that they pretty much decided that this style was the only worthwhile form of artistic expression and tried to suppress all other — which later led, perhaps justifiably, to their excoriation by the Impressionists and a subsequent loss of popularity.

Which I think is a shame, because along the way we lost the works of some incredibly-talented artists, such as William-Adolphe Bouguereau (pronounced “booger-oh”, for non-Francophiles).

I have a great fondness for Bouguereau’s work, as it happens, because while some of his paintings are kinda ordinary, there are several instances of startling and unsettling undertones.  Let’s start with the regular stuff:

All very innocent, really.  But one of the underlying reasons for this classicism was that it was a way of getting around the censors:  as long as the theme was classical, you see, an artist could depict pretty much anything of a more, shall we say, revealing nature.

Not to say implicitly sexual:

And just so we’re clear on the topic, here’s Bouguereau’s depiction of Dante and Virgil in the Inferno:

Now that’s realism.  Those effete Impressionists pale by comparison.

Large Caliber, Tiny Guns

It’s been a while — too long, really — since I posted a Gratuitous Gun Pic, for which I apologize.  Here’s one that has me puzzled, though, and it comes from Collectors:

And here’s my question:  why on earth would anyone want a lightweight snubnosed revolver in .44 Mag?  And that especially when the entries are literally one after the other, and the prices are more or less the same?

I know, the pics are woefully small, so here’s the addendum (links in pics):

Lemme tell you, I even find the latter’s 5″ barrel a little short for comfort — but it’s still way better than that 329’s weeny pipe.

Of the Scandium lightweight frame we will not speak.

Discuss.

So Long, Faerie

It’s probably too late, of course, but I see that Jaguar Land Rover (JLR, to use their stupid non-brand acronym) has finally decided to can the woke twerp who turned Jag into… well, nothing.

Just the “relaunch” ad’s smug payoff line was enough to set my teeth on edge:

“We’re here to delete ordinary. To go bold. To copy nothing.”

I hate to tell them this but if Jaguar was anything, it wasn’t “ordinary”.  And frankly, if anything was worth copying, it was Jaguar’s heritage of wonderful, sleek and bold designs.

I’d post pics of the suggested modern replacement for the above (as envisaged by the now-departed Gerry McGovern), but I don’t want to ruin anyone’s appetite.

I just wonder what Jag is going to do now?


Update:  OMFG