Wallpaper

This is my current screen backdrop.  It’s the Scottish town of Inverary, with its castle in the foreground. (right-click to embiggen)

It will come as some surprise, perhaps, to learn that because of the whole hereditary thing, some childlessness and tangled family trees, the current (and next) Duke of Argyll is South African.

Scream Queen

I see with some regret that the exquisite Veronica Carlson, star in many a drive-in horror movie of my youth, passed away last week at, it should be said, a respectable age, of natural causes.

Who she?  you ask.  Let the camera do the talking:

She was unusual among actresses of her time, in that she steadfastly refused to appear naked in her movies — “often nude, always covered” as one critic wrote of her.

I don’t think she needed nudity to be sexy: 

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.