NOT the Pants Python

Unfortunately.

Prince Harry

Many people have him down as their favourite Prince, above his brother.

Others are sure he's the result of his mother's indiscretion with Captain James Hewitt.

Here's the good Captain:



Here's the naughty Prince:

Not much resemblance between him and the father whose name is on his birth certificate, is there? I know who my money's on.

Conspiracy Theory?

Or just plain racism?
(I know that my fellow V-vixens, and the man we adore, are not counted among those I am about to lampoon, so please accept my apologies in advance and don't be offended.)

This man, who can afford the best fake hair on the planet, settles for this:

And then he expects people to accept his racist rantings (carefully? disguised as patriotism) that Barack Obama was not born in the US.

But worse - apparently 25% of Americans think he's right!

Presumably they are part of the 50% of Americans who believe they have been abducted by aliens. The outer-space kind of alien. This would appear to be acceptable.

Whereas the kind of alien they are stupid - or racist - enough to believe their president to be is not acceptable.

America, you should know that the rest of the civilised world thinks you are barking. And tars decent, right-thinking Americans with the same brush.

Bath Time!

How to be wet all over instead of just...well, use your imagination!

A Hard Day's Night

Not Eight Days A Week, Music Wench, that was Alma Cogan. Though Peter Sellers did a few Beatles covers. But this is the best - in the style of Richard III.

Big Boy

Could I try to make that grow a bit more for you, sir?

Look what I found on YouTube

After watching a programme about George Martin, The Beatles' record producer, which included Peter Sellers' great cover of A Hard Day's Night, I was thinking about another cover, by the singer Alma Cogan, who released Eight Days A Week. She was huge in Britain in the 50s going into the 60s, dying at the age of just 34 of stomach cancer.

She features at the end of this clip, but the wonderful John Lennon is the main feature:

Huh?

Every week, when I do my "big shop" at the supermarket, I buy flowers in memory of my departed pets. This dates from the day after my first pussy cat loss, in 1991, when a neighbour bought me some flowers after my Biggles died.

This is the kind of sight that confronts me as I walk into whatever store I'm visiting - hordes of colourful blooms:

Today, almost the only thing left was a selection of half dead bunches dotted around some empty buckets. Where have all the flowers gone (long time passing...)?

Gone to street parties every one? I wonder. I don't know of any going on, perhaps there's just one really big one near this particular supermarket.

I managed to snag one decent bunch of yellow carnations tipped with dark red. Kitties and birdies will be remembered appropriately.

Meanwhile, does anyone out there have any plans to celebrate the royal nuptials? I'm sorry the only openly London-living V-blogger will be dsappointing the royalists among you by not going to central London and Westminster Abbey to record the event for the blog.

Or am I?...

Quick feel, anyone?

Or preferably a slow, leisurely one?

More Starkers Stranger

Which bit to salivate over? The shoulders, the chest, the shapely leg? The whole deal?

The Naked Stranger

More popular requests filled with a selection of pictures from Hotel Paradise. Today - the kiss mark we would all have loved to leave:

"There's no way we're getting D'Onofrio'd"

Just heard this line on Psych. They're working on the death of a soldier and the head of the military base told them there would be "consequences" to their conduct.

Gus thought he'd come back with soap wrapped in a towel, hence Shaun's comment.

Just thought I'd share the most interesting thing I've ever seen or heard in an episode of this lame programme (which I'm only watching 'cos there's absolutely nothing else on for me to lose concentration on while I'm on the computer!)