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Gratuitous Chick Pics

A whole bunch — at least a dozen of you — wrote to me with the excellent news that Salma Hayek has no intention of ending her stream of bikini pics, all taken during the Wuhan Panic Festival of 2020.

I’m assuming they are of this genre:

However, I have also received the occasional missive from people (men, I think) who do not share my fondness for full-figured women.  (I know, they’re to be pitied, but whatever.)

So in order to prove that this here back porch is a Big Tent, so to speak, here are a couple of skinnier women who can also wear a bikini, e.g. Liz Hurley:

…Lottie Moss: 
…Karen Gillan: 

…Amanda Holden:

…Kimberley Garner:

…and so on.  I hope you fans of the A-cup are satisfied.

Vicky

Beauty, Entertainment

Her late father was easily one of the funniest writers in the English language;  her brother is a renowned (and very good) restaurant and food critic, and like both father and brother she is a graduate of Oxford University.  Unlike the other two male relatives, she is also a champion poker player and constant guest on cooking- and quiz shows on Brit TV, where she tends to overawe most of the other competitors (and quiz masters) with her frightening intellect and acidic tongue.  She’s also married (alas) to one of the most effete, yet funniest and angriest comedians on television, and I would pay a small fortune to have them both as dinner guests.

Her name is Victoria Coren (Mitchell), her father was Alan Coren, her brother is Giles Coren, and her husband is David Mitchell — and each one of those men is worthy of a post all to himself.  But they pale beside Victoria.

And I’ve had a massive crush on her for well over a decade.

Here’s one of the compilations from when she appeared as a contestant on the ghastly Countdown  series.   And then there’s QI, where she gets into arguments with the equally-intellectual Stephen Fry and Sandi Toksvig.

And here’s when she and her husband appeared together on Would I Lie To You?  (which is a hysterically funny show).

Class, intelligence, sense of humor, good looks. and a penchant for erotic spanking… ask me to explain again why I love her.

 

Important Question

Gratuitous Chick Pics

The Sun  asks:

I’m going to go out on a limb, here, and say, “You can never have too much boob”, with but one (important) qualification:  “It really depends on the owner thereof”.

There’s Salma:

   

…of whom we can safely say:  “You can never have too much.”

And then there’s, say, Kathy Griffin:

   

…of whom we can say with equal safety:  “Dear God, no.”

Sorry:  here’s Carol Vorderman, to restore everyone’s good humor:

   

…who (if I may make a teeny criticism) doesn’t show us enough boob.

And this being the Sun, there’s a followup.

Hidden Treasure

Gratuitous Chick Pics

Here’s a picture of the lovely Helena Bonham Carter at some insignificant red carpet event or other, looking quite unlike her normal scraggly self (other than the hairstyle and boho sunglasses):

However, knowing Our Helena as we do, we can have no doubt that her long spotted dress most probably conceals a pair of Army boots.  Some things just don’t change… for some reason, leopards come to mind.

No Times Three

Gratuitous Chick Pics

Here’s a pic of some ancient (49-year-old) model prancing barefoot through the streets of London, clutching a bottle of wine.  (One of those “candid” i.e. posed paparazzi events.)

I have to admit that she’s not too bad for an older broad — apparently she was a model, or still is (see more pics at the link).  However, that’s not what I want to talk about here, but the “barefoot in the streets of London” thing.

1)  Considering the chances of spearing or slashing one’s foot on a discarded beer bottle in the Brit capital, I wouldn’t prance barefoot through the streets of London for a bet.

2)  Given that London’s streets are cleaned about as often as are the streets of Johannesburg, the chances of catching some flesh-eating disease from said injury are higher than the average rock musician in the 1970s.

2)  Even assuming that our streets are cleaner than London’s (which they are), if one were to try doing the same thing here in Plano, there is a distinct chance of the blazing-hot surface searing one’s foot in a manner similar to this:

(pic from Knuckledragger’s place)

It makes me wince just to think of it.