Here’s a heartbreaker:
Fern Britton’s ex-husband Phil Vickery was seen kissing her best friend in the street in new images taken leaving a fancy London hotel on Wednesday.
The TV chef, 61, was pictured passionately kissing Lorraine Stanton, 58, who has been close friends with presenter Fern for years, in pictures obtained by The Sun.
According to the publication, the new couple were on a date and were seen leaving the hotel together with overnight bags in their hands.
As these two people are somewhat obscure Brit TV celebrities (certainly very few of my Murkin Readers will know who they are), here’s a pic of Fern ‘n Phil in happier times:
...much happier times:
And Fern, in the same photoshoot:
But let me not be unkind. She has lost a lot of that weight, recently:
Not at all bad for 65…
Here’s a quick quiz. State the reasons for your choice in Comments.
I have mentioned before about the confusion I have with actors’ or starlets’ or celebrities; names which are either the same, or close enough for my senior-level brain to grind to a halt.
Did I ever mention the Foxes: Julia, Megan, Emilia and Samantha?
Truth be told, I’m a little more familiar with the last-named, but only because she’s been around forever, as a Page Three Girl, a singer and (more recently) a prominent lesbianist.
I’ve also seen Emilia (daughter of James and sister of Laurence) in a couple of good movies.
But the first two? No chance.
Couldn’t tell them apart with a crib note.
So whenever I see mention of “______ Fox”, my brain tries to identify which one’s the topic under discussion, and then says, “Fuck it, I’ll go and watch Othias and Mae instead.”
Actually, not a bad outcome, all things considered.
Longtime Readers will no doubt be aware of my fondness of statuesque / zaftig / full-figured women, so this discovery should come as no surprise to anybody.
Anyone heard of Rachel Bloom before? Neither had I.
Yummy. Also fairly intelligent, apparently.
You know you might just be getting old when: you see a mother-daughter pic, and you get the hots for the mother.
In this little exercise of traveling along a couple of scenic U.S. roads accompanied by a beautiful woman, my choice was super-easy:
Are you kidding me? A gorgeous freckled redhead and a 60s-era Ferrari? Who were the others, again?