Bachelors, baby… (warning, loud applause at start) — and for a bonus, I Believe.
Saw them live in South Africa, one of the best concerts ever.
So we have this, NYfC’s response to the Florida Child Protection law:

Hmmmm… anyone care to come bail me out if I go there and call their mayor a stupid nigger?
…about clothing, and the appropriate wearing thereof. First, the plaudits.
I have always had an old-man crush on Anya Taylor-Joy, the chick from that chess movie, and her latest appearance did nothing to end that for me:

Best legs I’ve seen in quite a while, so why shouldn’t she show them off?
Her boyfriend, despite looking a little like a taller Frodo Baggins, was at least appropriately attired:

The same stylish and appropriate attire did not extend to some of the rest of the male(?) attendees. The Skarsgård boy (Anya’s co-star in the movie) wore a tee shirt:

…while the editor of British Vogue looked like a morning Tube commuter:

…and the whole thing went rapidly downhill from there:

This post has been brewing for a while, because a couple weeks ago at some other movie premiere / red carpet thing, we were treated to this horrifying nonsense:

Seriously? At a formal evening event?
Compare the above with the 1940 Academy Awards banquet:

‘Nuff said.
…to Louis C.K. for winning a Grammy and sticking it to all the woketards who canceled him a couple years back.
Mind you, his competition was not exactly top-drawer: Kevin Hart, Chelsea Handler, and Lavell Crawford — whoever that is.
In my normal bottom-feed from the UK Daily Mail comes this item:
A couple from Redcar in Yorkshire are four months pregnant with their second child after using a sperm guide.
Shows you what I know; I always thought a “sperm guide” was a classy term for a penis.
And then there’s this little snippet:
An Estonian women claims to be able to orgasm without any physical stimulation through the use of tantric yoga techniques and has taken a blood hormone test to prove it.

I’d never even heard of “tantric yoga” before (or if I did, I ignored it as some useless foreign shit).
Anyway, I’m starting to revise my opinion of my late mother, whose morals would have pleased Jesus, but who was also… a yoga teacher. No wonder she was always in such a relaxed mood.
Apparently, every ailment now means you have caught the ‘Rona:
Body aches, a runny nose and diarrhoea are among the nine new signs of Covid that have been added to the NHS symptom list.
The health service quietly expanded its list of all the tell-tale signs of the virus to also include a loss of appetite, feeling or being sick and a headache.
So now basically Covid has become the trawling net for all sickness, ergo the means whereby we could be isolated, locked down or similarly oppressed for having a cold, the flu, an upset stomach or being hung over.
