Misguided

This little promo caught my attention:

Forget Vienna and Salzburg, there’s another Austrian city that is proving the perfect weekend destination, with a fabulous food culture, gorgeous green spaces and even a friendly alien.

Unlike its imperial sisters, Graz has long flown under the radar, despite being Austria’s second largest city. It’s hard to understand why. A historic beauty, Graz boasts the remnants of a medieval hilltop castle, prettily situated among the old baroque houses, church spires, and gabled roofs, and surrounded by wooded mountains.

So far, so good.  I’ve always wanted to go to Graz, having already visited Vienna (several times), Salzburg, Linz and the gorgeous Innsbruck.  Austria is one of my favorite countries on the planet and frankly, if someone were to point a gun at my head and say, “You have to leave the U.S. and live in a furrin country”, Austria would be pretty much at the top of the list.

All the more so when you see pictures like these:

Hubba hubba, book that tick– wait a minute, what?

JHC, what is the matter with these people?  I thought the Parisians were crazy, what with the I.M. Pei pyramid and the godawful Pompidou Centre;  but Paris is a huge city and you can hide all sorts of awfulness away there.

But Graz is tiny (relatively speaking), so plonking those “friendly alien” (my ass) structures into so small an area is just some architectural vandal stabbing a middle finger right into your eye.  That gorgeous bucolic river view assaulted by that horrifying glass worm of a bridge:  it’s like finding a festering carbuncle on Scarlett Johannson’s nose.

I still want to go to Graz, of course, but just a little less so now.

Classic Beauty: Olive Ann Alcorn

From Wikipedia:  “Olive Ann Alcorn was Olive an American dancer, model, and silent film actress of the 1910s and 1920s. She is better remembered today for the numerous nude photographs of her from the era than for her film work.”

Oh.

Okay, then…

…and that’s it.  Of course, we all know that Wikipedia often lies;  and this would appear to be one of those times.

That, or her Mafia boyfriend* had them all destroyed.

Sorry about that.


*I have no idea if she had a Mafia boyfriend.

Random Totty

Change of policy announcement.

Rather than finding some media slag and posting several pictures of her, I’ll only be featuring random nameless women (e.g. girls next door, women in the street, at parties, in cars, etc.)

Here’s the first installment of such:

Classic Beauty: Ann Rutherford

Ann Rutherford was my kinda gal.  Her speech teacher told her she’d never be anything, so she faked a resume, got a job on  radio and then in 1935 became a huge star, acting in Westerns, romances and ten (!) movies as Polly Benedict, the girlfriend of Andy Hardy (Mickey Rooney).  Take that, speech teacher.

Then she quit acting in 1950 and did rich woman stuff (she was married to the guy who owned the May department store chain).  And yeah, she was gorgeous:

Voted “Most Beautiful Girl Next Door, Ever” in a recent poll SOTI.

Explanation

Loyal & Longtime Readers may be wondering why I’m not posting a series of Train Smash Women updates at this, the time of the Grand National at Aintree, Liverpool.

That’s because some spoilsport in the event’s admin decided to post, and enforce, a stricter dress code.  The result has been that the female attire is now only dreadful, as opposed to the happily-catastrophic ones of the recent past.

No fun at all, really.

Random Totty

Here’s a “British TV personality”, one Faye Winter:

Stop me if you don’t think that she’s somewhat similar to most of her ilk…


Postscript:  after reading the Comments below, I think I’m going to go for a better class of totty in future.  I’m sick of these phony broads, and I’d rather look at everyday women, even if they’re not perfect physical specimens (through surgery etc.).