Chris Muir absolutely nailed it yesterday. (Okay, he nails it almost every day, but I found this one especially thought-provoking.)
Range time? I think so.
Chris Muir absolutely nailed it yesterday. (Okay, he nails it almost every day, but I found this one especially thought-provoking.)
Range time? I think so.
Harry goes offroad and drives like a young hooligan… in a Lambo?
Fun and loud engine noise ensues. But…

Your hungover thoughts in Comments.

So what the hell… let’s make it an extra-long one:

















And some New Year vistas, just to make us look forward to summer here in the Northern Hemisphere:
Americans wouldn’t know her, but former Seffrican hottie Glynis Barber has been a fixture on Brit TV shows for decades. Here she is in the early years:




Then came the middle years:





…that last in her 50s (!)
And in more recent years:





She’s a year younger than I am, which makes her (as I write this) 68.
Not fair, really.
Not songs about the army… songs that came out when I was in the army, doing my bit for my country by playing bass guitar:

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I think I played about a dozen of those songs over the years with various bands, and most of them… ugh, disco disco disco (as well as my un-favoritest Stones song, which says something about how dreadful it is, and which thankfully I never had to play).
Thank goodness for Baker Street, then and now one of the greatest ballads ever.
Afterthought: I never liked the syrupy Light Up My Life, and listening to it now, it has to be the worst production ever, with absolutely no redeeming features. The piano, for starters, sounds like someone’s hammering on the keyboard with a mallet, and the cheesy string arrangement would have made Mozart commit suicide. To cap it off, the desperately-unsexy Debbie Boone sounds like she’d taken a large dose of Xanax in the studio on the day it was recorded.
