It’s Britishland; what did you expect? Decent weather?
And the Royals, of course:
Fraffly well done, chaps.
It’s Britishland; what did you expect? Decent weather?
And the Royals, of course:
Fraffly well done, chaps.
…and by “fun”, I mean for us fans of Train Smash Women and their regrettable decisions, as we turn our gaze towards the Cheltenham Festival in Gloucestershire, Britishland:
…not to mention the ever-debonair Richard Hammond:
And the couples looked fine, too, with nary an exposed boob or garish tattoo:
All well and good, but…
Roll on Aintree, I say.
One of the best things to come out of the demise of Teh Covidiocy is that horrible sights like this:
…have turned back into visions like this:
Yup; that’s Royal totty beauty Queen Letizia of Spain. And despite the fact that she needs several extra helpings of paella, she’ll do just fine:
And anyone who was born in the town of Oviedo can’t be all bad. Why Oviedo? Because that’s where 1893 Mausers (7x57mm) like these were once made:
Like Letizia, they’re slender, elegant and (by my estimation) quite deadly. I’ve had one and not the other, but I’d take either in a heartbeat.
This is definitely not your grandfather’s Maltese Falcon.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Claire Azzopardi:
At some show called the SAG Awards (I don’t know what it means, either), there was this little parade, wherein some actresses showed off their (sorta-)cleavages.
The magnificent Salma, however, had no need to do so, and didn’t — probably out of kindness to the flat-chested.
Incidentally: am I the only one who thinks that Lady Gaga (1st left) looks better inside one of her grotesque face masks?
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Miss Ukraine:
2015
2022
Damn… is it so wrong that I’m getting a semi?