“Being single isn’t the easiest thing in the world but it’s objectively better than going to bed beside someone who you hope stops breathing in the middle of the night.” – Daniel Sloss
I don’t know who Daniel Sloss is, but I like the way he thinks. If only I’d realized this when I was in my 20s…
Here’s an interesting exercise. Let’s assume that you were looking to buy a new residence and had, say, about $950,000 to splash on it.
Do you go for Place A:
…or Place B:
Okay, maybe it’s a trick question. While both places are listed for $950k, Place A is in Texas, USA and Place B is in Wales, UK.
Your choice in Comments, with reasons.
A reminder from the Classical Period:
And on the subject of dirty Commies:
Ahem…
And speaking of rural scenery:
And if we’re going to get really dirty:
That’s it for the week.
So, I ask myself: how did a Hungarian-born British actress / fashion model / war journalist end up being Anna Thynn, the Dowager Marchioness of Bath and Viscountess Weymouth, who lived for most of her marriage in Paris and not with her husband the Marquess? And who was initially his mistress while still married to some French guy, and only later married him to produce some heirs? (We’re not even going to talk about Alex, the 7th Marquess of Bath, who over time surrounded himself with about seventy mistresses (“wifelets”) at the family estate of Longleath. No wonder Anna went to live in Paris.)
“Wait, what was that middle bit again, Kim?”
Never mind. Here’s a short pictorial of said Anna Abigail Gyarmathy:
And in color:
Just in case you needed more, our Anna also posed for Penthouse Magazine, but managed to ruthlessly prevent those pics from being re-published after their initial appearance in print.
When she died in 2022, the world became a far less interesting place.
“How did you discover this lovely creature, Kim?”
I saw her in a bit part in the 1969 movie The Bridge At Remagen, as Anna Gaël.
Kate Bush — one (actually two songs) of my all-time favorites. She wrote this at age 14, and was 19 when she recorded it.
We’re all familiar (or should be) with the fine AC Cobra, the pinnacle of Carroll Shelby’s achievement, I think:
I mean, what’s not to love? Those voluptuous lines, that tiny wheelbase and of course that burbling (also roaring) Ford V8… it almost epitomizes the concept of “affordable” [sic] race cars.
The key to the above is “race”, because the Cobra is very much a racing car, best suited for the track and much less so as a cruiser — as anyone who’s ever driven one for any distance may attest.
I however have a preference for its inspiration, the lovely Sunbeam Tiger:
Same performance: yup, that outstanding Ford 260ci (4.3-liter) V8, but with a more classic — shall we say “dated”? — shape.
And here’s one example of a restored Tiger:
…but unlike the Cobra, the Tiger comes with a hard top:
…which, if you happen to live in a place without proper open-top driving, is infinitely preferable.
Also, the Tiger doesn’t look like a stripped-down racer inside:
Much nicer, methinks. And for about a hundred grand, this particular one would definitely make it into Kim’s Lottery Garage.
Just to putter around town, en route to shopping, the range etc.
Oh, and by the way? The Tiger’s little brother, the Alpine Mk III, was James Bond’s first car (in Dr. No ). It had a dinky little 1.6-liter engine.
