Here’s a pro tip for all the latest generation of young TV slags: avoid being pictured with yer Mum if she’s actually hotter than you are.
Example:

Here’s Mum, all by herself:

Definitely more toothsome than her inflated daughter. Would.
Here’s a pro tip for all the latest generation of young TV slags: avoid being pictured with yer Mum if she’s actually hotter than you are.
Example:

Here’s Mum, all by herself:

Definitely more toothsome than her inflated daughter. Would.
At the ever-current Daily Mail, Sarah Vine asks the question:
Why are this season’s shoes hideously ugly and expensive? If I didn’t know better, I’d say it’s like the designers are laughing at us.
You don’t know better, and they are laughing at you.

I have long held the opinion that most fashion designers, being homosexualists, really hate and despise women. So they design ugly clothing and shoes, and over-charge for these foul things in the certain knowledge that brainless wealthy women and celebrities will buy them just to have the over-hyped brand name on their bodies.
So much do I despise this whole business that I can safely say this: if I arrived to pick up a date and she was wearing any — and I mean any — of the shoes pictured in the article, I’d ask her to go back and change into something prettier and more flattering; because if I know anything at all, it’s that there is no woman alive whose feet and legs would be flattered by wearing these excrescences.
And Mrs. Vine knows this, as her final words reveal:
But really, the truth is it’s laziness, greed and a lack of imagination. These kinds of styles are cheap and easy to mass-produce.
They require zero skill or craftsmanship.
And they appeal to the only people who seem to matter to designers these days — that is to say celebrities, influencers and pop stars who don’t care what they wear, so long as it gets them noticed.
Quite right. Here are some classics:



Nothing to be ashamed of, in any of them.
Here’s one that’ll make you shake your head:
Ringo Starr’s granddaughter moans to court she earns £800 a month in a café… while Beatles star is worth £265million
Note the sense of entitlement; he’s got it, lots of it, and she should get some because he’s her grandaddy. (Note that she’s one of eight grandchildren, the other seven of which we hear not a word.)
Of course, Ringo worked his ass off to earn the money (and to keep it; remember that the Beatles broke up in 1970, and many a fortune’s been lost in less time than fifty-odd years).
Unsurprisingly (and unlike Ringo), this little totty is pretty much a drag on society, to whit:
[Ringo’s son Zack Starkey] married Tatia’s mother Sarah Medikides when she was born in 1985 – the first of Starr’s eight grandchildren. In 2016, [Tatia] herself had a child with Adam Low, making Starr a great-grandfather.
So, to recap: single mother in her mid-30s, mediocre musician, waitress, already coining well over a grand a month from Grandpa Ringo, and whining about the Unfairness Of It All.

Too sad for words.
By the way, here’s Granddad at age 75, still performing. And his buddies are from the following bands: Santana, Toto, Billy Joel, Mr. Mister, ELO, and of course there’s Mr. Todd Rundgren. Not bad company… and Our Tatia probably thinks she deserves a spot in the band, ahead of (ahem) Richard Page of Mr. Mister.
Okay, I couldn’t stand it. Here’s Africa, played by those same buddies.
In a photoshoot of two totties I’ve never heard of, who star in a TV show I’ll never watch, on a beach I’ll never visit, there is but one thought running through my mind:
Letting a 4-year-old draw on your body with a Sharpie can never have a good outcome.

Pic posted so you don’t have to click on the link.
I am curious to see My Readers’ response to this bit of bastardy, bureaucracy and pussification:
A homeowner was left disgusted after a stranger parked their Range Rover on his driveway for days.
Zekarias Haile, who lives a five-minute drive from Manchester Airport, said he waited four days for the owner of the grey car to return and pick it up. The 51-year-old man woke to find it abandoned on his driveway on Thursday and he suspects the cheeky owner had jetted off for a holiday from the nearby Jet2.com and Ryanair hub.
The father-of-two, who lives in Wythenshawe, Manchester, said: “Someone, without my permission, had put the car there and they didn’t care. I just went out and it was there. Then it was there Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. On Monday morning when we woke up it was gone. I was very angry but I resisted doing anything to the car – just. I definitely didn’t feel alright about it. We couldn’t access our garden and we couldn’t take out our bins.”
Zekarias, a lecturer in Engineering at a college, called the police but was told it was not a criminal offence and there was nothing they could do. They said Zekarias’ car, parked on the road, wasn’t being blocked in so their hands were tied.
Okay, firstly: what kind of asshole parks his car in another guy’s driveway and just takes off?
Secondly: what kind of pussified man does nothing about the situation for four whole days?
Thirdly: what kind of police force won’t have the car towed?
Finally, what would you have done in a similar situation?
Oh gawd, it’s that time when everyone has to wear Teh Green, affect stupid Oirish accents while singing the revolting “Wild Irish Rose”, and drink vast quantities of Guinness.
In other words: watch out on the roads, because there are going to be a whole lot of amateur drunks out there.
Worse still, because St. Paodrioiaich’s Day falls in a Thursday, the whole nonsense may be carried over till tomorrow night.
Update: Oy.
