Okay, she was first and foremost a ballet dancer (Sadlers Wells Company at age 14!), and only moved to movies later. Don’t care. Flame-haired Moira Shearer (Lady Moira to you peasants) was extraordinary.







All class, all the time.
Okay, she was first and foremost a ballet dancer (Sadlers Wells Company at age 14!), and only moved to movies later. Don’t care. Flame-haired Moira Shearer (Lady Moira to you peasants) was extraordinary.







All class, all the time.
I admit that I could listen to Jay Leno and James May talk about cars and such all day. And that it takes place mostly in a Triumph TR6 makes it all the better. (By the way, Jay’s take on the Ford Model T is wonderful.)
Should you want one properly restored, here are three options: 1972 / 1973 / 1974
I like the Racing Green one, but I’d happily drive any of them.
And from the comments, I think that “Our Man In Jay Leno’s Garage” is an inspired idea. Make it happen, you guys.
If ever you wanted to see how different generations operate, take a look at these two pictures of actors (Sean Connery in 1964, and Thomas Brodie-Sangster in 2024) both taken when they were 34 years old.

The 1964 man played James Bond, effortlessly. The 2024 man couldn’t play Bond if he tried.
Harry Metcalf takes a Ferrari 296 out for a spin. And once he has it started (see around the 7-minute mark), he loves it. But… hybrid, battery, hassle, tiny gas tank, blah blah blah.
So he wouldn’t want to buy one. And at close to a half-million dollars, one is entitled to be fussy about all the inconveniences.
No thanks. Call me old-fashioned (and some people have), but when I get into a car, I want to start the damn thing (preferably with a key), and get on the road.
It’s kinda sad when a Ferrari is no longer a lottery dream car.
Okay, I admit I was caught by the headline to this article:
‘Masterpiece’ period drama based on ‘best book ever written’ is free to stream on Netflix
Ignoring for a moment the inherent inability of Netflix to make a “masterpiece” anything, I was nevertheless curious to see what constituted the “best book ever written”.
Alas, no. While One Hundred Years of Solitude isn’t a bad book, it’s nowhere close to being the best book ever written — hell, even in the “magical reality” genre (to which it belongs) John Fowles’s The Magus has it beaten all ends up — but while One Hundred may entertain, it’s not going to change your world in the same way, perhaps, that Les Misérables might.
Feel free to discuss in Comments, or to nominate your own submission for the greatest. (Oh gawd, here come the Heinlein / Pratchett groupies…)

Your suggestions in Comments.