No Fun At All

…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.

Royal Beauty

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.

Sad Comparison

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?