Near Miss

I know that most if not all my Readers are interested in the shenanigans of the BritRoyals, but that’s the flimsy excuse I’ve used for showing the following totty:

You see, her name is Cressida Wentworth-Stanley (née Bonas), and at one time she was the girlfriend of Prince Harry, a.k.a. the Duke of Sussex, a.k.a. Harry Markle, a.k.a. the Ginger Whinger.  However, although he was reportedly quite smitten with Cressida, she was somewhat frowned upon by the Palace because she was an… actress.

So they split up, and you know the resultant mess.

I think young Cressy had a lucky escape.  She later married another guy named Harry, who has no title but is the son of a marchioness and is also related to a marquess via his mother’s second marriage.  Anyway, he has a hyphenated name, which takes care of half the issue for a young Brit girl with aspirations.

Should I explain the middle bit, again?

Black & White Beauties

We haven’t done one of these for a while, so from my archives, feast your eyes on some of the lesser-known beauties of yore:

Patricia Morison

Lisa Gay

Corinne Calvet

Ruth Roman

Evelyn Nesbit

Odette Lara

Hildegard Knef

…and the original Bond Girl, Lilian

And just for the heck of it, something a little more daring from Miss Bond:

Woof.

Whoa Mama

The other day I was browsing through a report of some celebrity event (so that y’all don’t have to), said event being a country music award thing, featuring 50+ popsy Connie Britton (invited, no doubt, because she once played a country singing star on TV).

Well, says, I, nothing wrong with having a look at Connie, even though she’s a tiresome old Lefty, because I loved her in Friday Night Lights :

Yup, it’s all still there.

However, in scrolling down the page past a few country musicians I’d never heard of before (no surprise as I’m by no means a fan of the genre) I came upon one Hannah Dasher, and my ears suddenly pricked up, because:

Yup, I know she’s a big ol’ gal, but as any fule kno, that’s my particular weak spot.

So on to her music.  Here’s You’re Gonna Love Me

…and by golly, I do.


Afterthought:  yes, she reminds me of her too, only in brunette.

Website Problem

Longtime Reader Roy obviously took two Grumpy Pills instead of his normal one, and tells me off:

I hate to say it, Kim, but I am not seeing a whole lot of difference between your regular “Women” pics and your “Train Smash Women” pics. They all seem to have the same thing in common: “massive mammaries” all out of proportion to their figure.

Well, it all depends on perspective and situation, dunnit?  Here are two examples, one of my “regular” choices, and one Train Smash.  See if you can spot the difference:

The point is not the similarities in appearance — of which I will readily agree, on occasion — but life choices.

One of the problems with liking voluminous female frontal shapes is that generally speaking, one has to accept a certain degree of, shall we say extra tonnage on the rest of the premises.

More to the point, skinny women with huge tatas are the ones which look misshapen (YMMV):

…whereas the larger ladies (my preference) at least look in proportion (e.g. Kelly Brook, above).

And let’s not even talk about Teh Skinnies:

…who have no place on my website unless they do something of note (Righteous Shooters, for example).

So there ya go.

Long-Ago Crush

When I were a lad, I had the most appalling preteen crush on Sally Ann Howes — the actress who starred in the dreadful Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.  Her screen name was equally appalling, but in her case, it suited her perfectly because she was:

Truly Scrumptious

She died yesterday, age 91.

Random Totty

This is close to being the final detritus swept from my various picture folders.  I can’t remember most of their names, so you’ll just have to do the search thing if you’re at all interested.  Most are Brit “celebrities”, or else just random things who have caught my fancy as I scour the Internet for stuff I’d rather not talk about right now.  Enjoy.

This one is some Canadian TV presenter, I think:

Tomorrow we’ll return to seditious ill-tempered rants, guns, gas-guzzling cars and similar evil stuff — in other words, it’ll be back to normal