Undressing Vincent D'Onofrio

If a man is sexy in a suit, shirt and tie...

..it goes without saying that he looks even sexier without the jacket...

...and the tie...

...and the shirt...

...and especially without anything at all :)


Thanks to Eliza for the extra pictures.

A New Arrival

For a mere small fortune, I bought a grey Hugo Boss shirt off Ebay. It arrived yesterday. Last night we had Collective on the box, and I'd swear he was wearing the very shirt. Couldn't find any pictures of Collective to post, but this one from Death Roe looks like it might be the same shirt.

It is size XXL, but it's slimfit, which I find surprising. It's also not very long and I cannot see it tucking successfully into Big Boy's trousers...

Oh, and it has stains on it, probably make-up stains, but sadly no Vincent-aroma.

Art

Thanks to everyone for your kind thoughts. Today I felt like taking my mind off things by screencapping Art, but it has backfired on me. I accidentally downloaded a new version of PowerDVD on to my old computer instead of my new one, and didn't do all the right things to it, so it made my pictures too small. I recapped, but Photobucket still seems to be pixellating them, when it lets me anywhere near them. Let's see what happens here, with Bobby tormenting Bill Blunt.









































Art was the first episode of LOCI where I sat up and took notice of Vincent. It seemed so incongruous to have this hulking great bear being a German-speaking art expert. And at times he was so camp, I was sure he must be gay. I was actually quite upset by the thought. As if it was ever going to make any difference to me!

Goodbye George

Just under an hour ago my cousin George lost his fight for life. He slipped peacefully away, aged 73. His funeral cortege will be headed by the American army truck he bought just before he became ill, which has been lovingly restored by his friends. He was able to travel to see it just two weeks ago. He then felt he could let go, but his slow slide to his final hours did not take him as soon as he wanted. Yesterday I was by his bedside with his sister and her husband. His wife Alice has scarcely left his side for weeks. His son Darren has been helping to watch over him in his last days. His daughter Susan, who does not live at home, was regularly at his bedside.

George was a real character. Never a smoker or drinker, he nevertheless managed to maintain a lifetime addiction to - tea! At my father's funeral, he drank 3 pint mugs before going into the Church (whch was almost next door) and was soon desperate for the toilet. He was the only boy in his generation of the family, and everyone adored him. He managed to realise many of his ambitions, most of which involved steam engines of various kinds, military vehicles and land rovers. He was the only person I know who could be happy living along the street from a car scrap yard. He was lucky to have found a mate who could share his passions, and not object to a garden full of army vehicles and old land rovers in pieces. He carried on working right up to the time he became ill, so that he could afford to continue with his hobbies.

Now those lungs which hated smoke and dust have been stilled by the asbestos he worked with for just two days in his working life.

Thank you to those who have sent me kind messages during George's illness.

Here is a photo of him only a few months before he started to show symptoms of the cancer that killed him, at the wedding of the daughter of our cousin Joyce (also pictured) . He was the life and soul of the party, dancing from 6pm to midnight.

Hard to believe, looking at this, that just over 18 months later he would breathe his last.

We will miss you George. Give them hell in heaven!

LOCI vs Spice Girls

Holly has pointed out something I was too upset even to think about when I noticed it yesterday. Friday 30th March, instead of "Stress Position", we are to treated to "I Blame the Spice Girls! The Monster Quiz of the Decade" followed by "Most Shocking Celebrity Moments of the Decade", apparently to celebrate the fact that Channel 5 is 10 years old.

Hands up those who would rather they celebrated it by showing 10 consecutive episodes of LOCI. And shot The Spice Girls.

Thanks to Eliza for the picture. I'm still Season-4-photo-free because of the impossibility of uploading pictures from my new computer, which is the only place I can play my home-made dvds and screencap them.

A+ Acting

Oh dear, another no-slideshow day thanks to Photobucket. I'm afraid you'll have to make do with a long series of super-expressive scrumptious Bobby photos from Semi-Professional. I love the hand gestures in the "Don't put words in my mouth or some kind of attitude" scene with Carver, and the way he steps in to protect him from Golden Gloves at the end.

Recycling

I do as much recycling as I can, though I really wish they'd stop putting so much packaging on things in the first place.

NBC also recycles a lot, as we've noticed in the past, but last night's L&O episode from Season 5 on Hallmark showed an example that even surprised me.

Firstly we had Nelda in another guise.


She was still the perp, still crazy, but this time she had multiple personality disorder. She'd killed her psychiatrist, it turns out because the woman convinced her she had seen her father kill her mother, and that had caused her personality to fragment.

Then we had one of her previous psychiatrists, Dr Charles Webb.


Except it wasn't Michael Gross, but some much younger man with hair (lots of it and brown).

Really, NBC, don't you think we notice these things? Are you really so hard up for names for your characters and actors to play them, that you have to go in for this shameful stretching of our powers of suspension of disbelief? Or do you just have favourites you like to trot out, and associates you like to flatter by using their names ad nauseam?