Here’s a little Salma Trifecta for you, and they’re all pics taken recently:
That is all.
Category: Gratuitous Chick Pics
Toothsome Threesome
There was some inconsequential awards show [redundancy alert] over the past weekend somewhere, which should be of little interest to anyone, except that there were some decent attendees. Here are three such (Demi Moore, Salma Hayek and Eva Longoria):
“What about close-ups, Kim?”
Oh, why not:
That’s what I would call a proper smorgasbord of fun, right there.
The rest of the attendees were the usual boring crowd, inter alia Oprah, Meryl Streep, some of the Kardashian coven, etc. so we won’t bother with them.
Paige At Random
Apparently our girl’s got into trouble for posting this pic:
Can’t see the reason for the fuss, myself.
Yeah, Whatever
Here’s a big nothingburger for you:
The Jockey Club have taken the dramatic decision to cut the Randox Grand National field size by 15 per cent to safeguard the Aintree spectacular’s future.
Next April, the world’s most famous race will see a maximum of 34 runners go to post instead of 40. The Jockey Club, who run Aintree, believe it is imperative to make the move now and say they have taken the decision in the interest of the health and safety of all human and equine participants.
News flash: nobody cares. The only reason most people (including me and my Readers) show any interest in Aintree at all is this:
Yep; Train Smash Women, in all their magnificent failures. The races? Only for the owners and jockeys.
In Praise Of The Unknown Actress – Tami Erin
I never saw the U.S. version of Pippi Longstocking in the late 1980s, so I missed Tami Erin in the role:
Of course, she was a teeny back then, but she did grow up, oh yes she did:
…and more mature:
Now, like so many of them, young Tami seems to have lost her acting career (because age, whatever) and gone over to The Dark Side OnlyFans — no I don’t have access — and this seems to be the kind of thing she does now:
It’s a long way from Pippi, but there it is.
When The Girls Come Out To Play
Earlier this week there was some silly awards thing (which nobody cares about) called the “Pride Of Britain”, which as far as I can see is just an excuse for showbiz houris to show off their boobs. You’ll recognize some but not others, but I simply couldn’t be bothered with names because, as I said above, nobody cares. Here’s a sample:
You have to know things are bad when Carol Vorderman (#1) is the most restrained of the lot.