I have been moaning on a bit of late. I try not to moan and whinge in real life. One complainer per highrise apartment is enough. So here is something a bit lighter. It might surprise you that such an intellectually superior being such as moi likes to hear news of celebs, but I do. Isn't Hamilton Lewis due a good spanking for being so naughty. Over my knee boi.
Here are a several photos a friend sent to me. Marvellous.
Note Betty Battenburg's eyelids lowered, indicating she is looking down. What, when you have Marilyn Monroe in front of you, would cause you to lower your eyes to below the face?
Just a cuddle between friends. What's the big deal?
My Sydney friend, Mr Plastic Surgery, called Maddona a skanky whore. Ok, she is a bit skanky but isn't it she who does the paying.
Girls and guys adore Mr George Clooney. I just don't get it.
Hanoi Jane with a hand of Vietnamese Polit Bureau playing cards in a Russian Chaika.
Not only is Ms Bardot an animal rights activist, she also has a thing for camels.
I should know who Jane Seymour is, but it just won't come to the fore of my brain. Freddie Mercury admitted to being the queen in Queen. A hairy Iranian London East Ender made good. What talent. What a waste.
Clint Eastwood and Sean Connery never did anything for me, but maybe they do for you. Mrs Eastwood does wear a nicely cut slack.
Cher, what can one say except to ask if she is dead yet? An American singing about Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves? Odd! Dylan was obviously more sociable than he is nowadays.
Marlene, how I loved thou. A true enigmatic who just went on a wee bit too long.
I like to remember Elvis around this age. Purty as a pitcher.
I suppose there are gay men out there around my age or older who don't think Judy and Liza are wonderful. I am not among them.
Before the term six pack was invented, Bruce Lee had one. Would I slurp up a fruit flavoured vodka from his navel? You betcha.