Here’s Katherine Kelly:







Here’s Katherine Kelly:







Then there’s that Ultimate Joyzee totty, Drea DiMatteo. Who she? you ask.

Oh yeah, her. Well, apparently the one-time Hollywood Mafia slut has gone the full monty with an OnlyFans account:







I’m sure there’s a market for her, somewhere… just not in my zip [sic].
We’ve seen Brit totty Ashley James on this back porch before:

…but I think she requires a closer inspection:

“More of those chick pole vaulters, Kim!”
Since you asked so politely, here’s the lissom Russkie, Polina Knorov:











Time for a Moscow Mule? I think so.
Just in passing, I see that Liz Hurley has recycled a dress from her earlier life:

Hot back then, maybe even hotter now. I can’t help thinking that Satan is involved, somehow.
I have spoken before about how I get celebrities confused with other celebrities when reading about them. Here’s a recent example, that being between Emma Watson and Keira Knightley:

I know, they don’t look anything like each other when seen side by side. But when I read about one, I’m thinking “petite Brit brunette with no boobs”, and I think you’ll acknowledge my confusion when those criteria are applied.
So now I have to apply a discrete mental tag to each one, such as “skinny Brit brunette with no boobs in Harry Potter” and “skinny Brit brunette with no boobs in that pirate movie with Johnny Depp”.


Of course, my life would doubtless be simplified if I just ignored reading about them altogether, but that would probably require that I quit reading my guilty pleasure, the Daily Mail. And I don’t really want to do that, because the very definition of “guilty pleasure” is something that one gets pleasure from even though one shouldn’t.
What’s even worse is that I don’t find either of the above that attractive because “whiny voice / skinny / no boobs” (all of which they both have in common) is generally speaking a total turn-off for me.
What a mess…