Pedicure with no cure

I take care of my feet. Every day after my shower I rub cream into them. Yet still the hard skin forms.

The massage machine I bought in February has an attachment you can use to smooth off hard skin, if you coat it in pumice paste.

I have yet to find anywhere that sells pumice paste.

This morning I entrusted my feet to a chiropodist. He was quite complimentary about their condition. He also told me that my ministrations were useless, because the creams I was using contain perfumes and alcohol. (What? You can get drunk by sniffing them?) The cream moisturises you, then the alcohol dries you right back out again. So I went on the hunt for alcohol free foot cream. Or just any alcohol free lotion.

Forget it. Even the well-known tootsie brand Dr Scholl does not comply.

Poor feet, can't rough 'em up, can't smooth 'em down. Kiss 'em better, Vincent.

On Fire

This is another album that doesn't go up to 301. What's more, these are such distant shots you can barely see they're Bobby.



















These, however, are in your face. Well, Bobby's face, to be accurate.

Cruise To Nowhere

I just love the one with Lou Pucci where he has his leg on the bench.






















Gosh, look what I found:













I want YOU, Val.

Vacancy

I'm pretty used to adding extra pictures, so I think we know what to expect at the end of the usual 6.






















Lots of emphasis on profiles with neck, and a great pair of hands. Attached.

Wrongful Life

I'm not fully satisfied with the overall selection, so let's add some more.