News Roundup

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And off we go:


I have an alibi.


no, he’d be in his fifth year in prison awaiting trial for “sedition”.


and this is news because..?


and will resettle them in Brighton Beach, NY.  Tickets available at Ticketmaster.


assuming he hasn’t “committed suicide” or ‘died from Covid” before then.  No odds given on either.


that’s like winning the “Tallest Man Competition” in Dwarf Town.  (no link because Kardashian)


small, large, whatever:  kill them all with fire.  Horrible fucking things.
Afterthought:  not these Scorpions — I quite like them:

And talking of showbiz:


big deal;  Murray always behaves inappropriately.


one would have thought that all that kicking and screaming might have tipped them off.

And now, INSIGNIFICA (a.k.a. “who gives a fuck news”, as one Reader put it):

     

…and is useless wifout pichers:

All the news worth leering at.

Travel Alert

Posting over the next ten days or so may be a little light, as Longtime Friend and Reader Mark C. and I will be trekking across the U.S. to attend Boomershoot this coming weekend.  (From Texas, three days up, three days down plus three days shooting.  I must be insane.)

That’s the Son&Heir circa 2005.

And to the attendees:  can’t wait to see y’all again, but please forgive me if I’ve forgotten your names — I’m old, my memory for names was always crap, and it’s been 17 years.

All Alone

Who is the loneliest person at any red carpet affair?

That would be Oz actress Elisabeth Debicki, because at 6’3″ tall, she towers over the average Hollyweird squirt actor (Tom Cruise, coff coff ) and she loves them Louboutin 5″ heels, making her even more of a social outcast.  Here she is, recumbent:

…seated:

…slouching:

…in characteristic red carpet mode:
 

…and standing next to Hugh Laurie, who is 6’2″ tall and clearly not concerned about his masculinity:

In fact, were she not Australian, I’d say that this was definitely a tower worth climbing.

Classic Beauty: Myrna Loy

I was watching The Bachelor and the Bobbysoxer  the other night (for about the tenth time), and once again was struck by the beauty of Myrna Loy.

As a silent star, she was girlish:

…and then she grew up into the early 1930s-era of cute, witty and sexy women:

…and finally blossomed into full, sophisticated womanhood:

And she did all this despite having had the world’s worst hairstyles inflicted on her.

Gorgeous.