How time flies! It seems like only yesterday that I was remarking in astonishment that my favourite school- and college-days pin-up, Cheryl Ladd from out of
Charlie’s Angels, was 50 years old.
But it wasn’t only yesterday; it was precisely
20 years ago today.
So, today, to mark her 70th (
Seventieth… Jee-zuss!) birthday, I shall mostly be listening to Cheryl’s classic 1978 eponymous album—and, in particular, track 3: Skinnydippin’.
Happy birthday, Cheryl!
It’s great to see the post-Brexit Great British workforce, having thrown off the shackles of woke, EU red-tapery, has finally been allowed to rediscover a sense of pride in its work.
It’s craftsmanship and a work ethic like this that put us on the moon! 🇬🇧
For a brief moment this morning, I thought I’d spotted a corpse in the river at the back of the Co-op.
got to be worth three Hail Maries and a How’s Your Father!
Sister Kreuper, eh?
Sister Croupier, more like!
BBC: Houston tiger: Animal missing for a week located The animal was spotted out on the streets on 9 May. When officers arrived at the scene, a man [who was on bail for murder] put the tiger into an SUV and drove off, police said. Houston Police attempted to follow the vehicle but lost sight of it a short time later.
…I think I might have been tempted to lose sight of it too.
Manchester United v. Liverpool: a ‘derby match’…
Where I come from, them’s fighting words. But I appreciate the Torygraph is a tad vague with geography north of Hampstead.
Hebden Bridge is currently trending on Twitter, thanks to this libellous notice:
Someone should write a browser extension to change every use of the word(s) ‘PM’ or ‘Prime Minister’ to ‘Knobhead’.
Here’s a mock-up of the sort of thing I have in mind: