In looking back over the posts I’ve put up since I returned to blogging, I see that I’ve inexplicably given short shrift to a woman I’ve had a crush on since… well, since I first became aware of her back in the 1980s. In fact, when I did speak of Olympic skating gold medallist Katarina Witt on these pages, I relegated her to a backup reservist among my Desert Island Dames.
That’s just wrong.
So herewith a short pictorial on this German hottie:
And of course, there was that unforgettable Playboy pictorial, at the ripe old age of 33:
I am so weak…
It occurs to me that of late this here back porch of mine has been too preoccupied with political shit such as rioters in Portland / Seattle, asshole politicians [redundancy alert] , the Chinkvirus and in general, the looming end of the world that is 2020.
So today I’m going to ignore all that, and put up some posts that are so trivial, so inconsequential and of so little lasting value that you, O my Readers, may be excused if you leave immediately for Breitbart, Insty or whatever, shaking your heads in sorrow while saying, “The old fart’s gone Biden on us.”
Here’s an easy one. We all know that this pic of some Miss Universe (1952) contestants contains something “wrong”. But time yourself to see how long it takes you to discover it.
Start counting the seconds… now.
Lovely, aren’t they?
Apparently, Villanelle is self-conscious:
Killing Eve star Jodie Comer might be one of the most successful actresses in the world, but she admits to having insecurities on set. The 27-year-old said she struggles playing sexy characters and admits she feels most at home playing a character while make-up free.
Just so we’re all on the same page — Killing Eve was a nice surprise; I thought it was going to be dire — so, as a public service to any Readers who haven’t seen the show, let’s examine the evidence. Here’s Jodie all dressed up and looking sexy:
…and here she is in her preferred style:
Lovely, both ways.
Knowing that one of my (many) weaknesses happens to be redheads, Alert Reader Ken sends me this series of visions. My favorite:
Or maybe it’s this one:
These are not your standard moistened bints, are they? [/Monty Python]
The DM also posts this pic:
…with the rather arch (paraphrased) question: What does this represent?
It represents that there’s a red garden of delight under the dress, you idiots.
Sheesh… and they wonder why they lost the Empire.
*It’s a pun. “Ginger Snaps” is the brand name of a British cookie. And like the subjects of the photos, they’re yummy.
As the racing season gets underway in Britishland, I can announce with some happiness that the first major race at Cheltenham doesn’t feature the usual assortment of Train Smash Women, as the clientele (various Royals and other toffs) are Not Of That Ilk, thank goodness. Here’s a representative sample of yesterday’s Ladies Day:
And of course avid racegoer Charlotte Hawkins looked lovely, as usual:
Maybe the shivery wet weather kept the ladies in check, who knows? And speaking checks, here’s Princess Anne’s daughter Zara (who, as a former Olympic equestrienne medallist probably knows more about horses than any other woman at the course):
But for those Readers who like me are impatient to see the Train Smash Brigade, never fear: Liverpool’s Aintree will be taking place in a couple week’s time…