Our temperatures here in north Texas will finally (!) be seasonally adjusted this week from Broil to Simmer and finally, Acceptable:
(I left the silly Celsius things there for the benefit of my Furrin Readers)
My laptop’s wallpaper reflects that mood, although fall in Texas is never that pretty:
(right-click to embiggen and save)
I don’t know where that is; my instincts say New Hampshire because of the granitic boulders, but I’ll be persuaded otherwise.
People who weren’t around at the time, or who weren’t aware of Brigitte Bardot probably cannot understand the effect she had on the world in the early 1960s. She literally defined the term “sex kitten”, and many of those who followed her in that appellation simply don’t compare.
Consider:
She simply exuded sex appeal, and was the object of many a callow lad’s fantasies. And I was no exception.
Brit actress Dawn Addams was one of those beauties who wasn’t a star or anything like that: just someone who made our lives a little better by being beautiful every time we looked at her. Proof thereof:
More? Why not?
Did I mention her red hair?
Exquisite.
Here’s a big nothingburger for you:
The Jockey Club have taken the dramatic decision to cut the Randox Grand National field size by 15 per cent to safeguard the Aintree spectacular’s future.
Next April, the world’s most famous race will see a maximum of 34 runners go to post instead of 40. The Jockey Club, who run Aintree, believe it is imperative to make the move now and say they have taken the decision in the interest of the health and safety of all human and equine participants.
News flash: nobody cares. The only reason most people (including me and my Readers) show any interest in Aintree at all is this:
Yep; Train Smash Women, in all their magnificent failures. The races? Only for the owners and jockeys.
I never saw the U.S. version of Pippi Longstocking in the late 1980s, so I missed Tami Erin in the role:
Of course, she was a teeny back then, but she did grow up, oh yes she did:
…and more mature:
Now, like so many of them, young Tami seems to have lost her acting career (because age, whatever) and gone over to The Dark Side OnlyFans — no I don’t have access — and this seems to be the kind of thing she does now:
It’s a long way from Pippi, but there it is.
Earlier this week there was some silly awards thing (which nobody cares about) called the “Pride Of Britain”, which as far as I can see is just an excuse for showbiz houris to show off their boobs. You’ll recognize some but not others, but I simply couldn’t be bothered with names because, as I said above, nobody cares. Here’s a sample:
You have to know things are bad when Carol Vorderman (#1) is the most restrained of the lot.