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Time to get the Jag fixed up!
In a few hours I will be arriving at the Willow Manor Ball where birthday girl Tess Kincaid and her remarkable guests are partying from midnight to midnight (5 a.m. BST).
Christina Hendricks and her Johnnie Walker went down so well last year that she is once again riding shotgun with a case of Black Label; in fact she has already started.
Squeezed in the back are Tracey Emin and Eliza Carthy – both party animals. Strapped to the roofrack is an unmade bed which Tracey insisted on bringing.
What to wear? What to wear? This year I have gone for a touch of pink.
See you there!
Nigella Lawson rowed in public with Charles Saatchi.
In photographs published in a Sunday newspaper, the television chef appears to have become embroiled in a violent dispute with the wealthy art dealer.
The couple were sitting outside Scott’s in Mayfair, central London, when he appeared to lean over and grab her by the throat.
Lawson, 53, looked terrified before leaving the restaurant alone in floods of tears.
A witness told the Sunday People: “It was utterly shocking to watch.
“I have no doubt she was scared. It was horrific, really. She was very tearful and was constantly dabbing her eyes. Nigella was very, very upset. She had a real look of fear on her face.”
The witness added: “He looked guilty. It was clear he knew he’d done something wrong. He was menacing, there’s no question. She had been abused and humiliated in public.
“No man should do that to a woman. She raised her voice and got angry but at the same time was trying to calm him down, almost like you would try to calm down a child.”
I always knew Saatchi was a shit, but now it appears he is a stupid violent shit. Will he get away with it? Probably. Scotland Yard has received no complaints about the incident, which happened in a public place. No one intervened.
Now that it is all over until next year (!) here is a Christmassy poem by Tess Kincaid …
There’s a place for us,
an oasis between fruitcake
and watering the tree,
with hot-and-cold running kisses,
that stretch restless,
from the hearth
out to the snow,
where I push you back pink
knowing this smiling garland
around our necks
links forever compatible.
I return to this blog after a long absence precipitated by my mid-life crisis with good news … the Willow Manor Ball is underway.
Join Tess Kincaid and her guests as they party like crazed weasels.
I am wrapping myself in a trenchcoat as I hear it can get wet and wild in Central Ohio this time of year …
Christina Hendricks is coming with me … together with several cases of Johnnie Walker which she gets free … the only reason I am bringing her to be honest as frankly she has an annoying giggle and a tendency to say “La di da” a bit too often for my liking … but what the hell she has a great rack …
So hurry along to Willow Manor and sign in … I will be there after breakfast … the full English of course …
There’s something for everyone on this blog!
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carol kirkwood breasts
victoria coren hot
amy winehouse show her nipples
nigella lawson ugly
sheer stockings with vagina
golden age of metropolitan opera house
kate garraway cleavage
old greek anarchism
amy winehouse at her worst
dogs diving for balls
cigarettes and cleavage
dimensions of ribblehead viaduct
horny mature women
carol kirkwood in suspenders
victoria principal topless
ugly female politicians
bananas in pyjamas porn
black dog depression
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harlesden is a shithouse
justin bieber is a cunt
pavlova butterfly dog
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Yet another goddamn poem by Tess Kincaid.
Somewhere along the line,
the big zero of time
was twisted at the waist,
to become an eight.
An hourglass of days,
slipping slow from the top,
then fast below the belt.
Is it providence,
or a lemniscate of fate?
I like to think of myself as verb
and not as object; chop-chop.
I wait the hours;
I empty my head of winter.
I am frightened
by other people’s fears,
but not of the eight,
an hourglass of days.
OK, so these are just gratuitous Christina Hendricks pics.
Apparently, it was one of most controversial episodes in Mad Men’s explosive season. Red-headed bombshell Joan Holloway slept with a Jaguar dealer in exchange for a partnership stake in advertising firm Sterling Cooper Draper Price. And now Christina Hendricks, the 37-year-old actress who plays Joan, has admitted she felt “conflicted” about her character’s actions in the series.
“The question is, what would you do to protect your family? Joan is raising her son all on her own. She has no help from anybody,” Hendricks says when asked about her character’s actions in a new interview with The Hollywood Reporter.
In a photo shoot accompanying the interview, which appears in the July issue of THR, Hendrix stays in character with a classically sultry look.
For the magazine cover, the actress shows off her now famous hour-glass figure in a form-fitting black dress. A classical scoop neck reveals Hendricks’s much admired cleavage. She wears her red hair loose, with silver wedding and engagement rings the only jewellery visible.
In another shot, Hendricks is photographed sitting in a 1966 E-Type Jaguar, wearing a black lace top with white lace flowers.
A photograph of Madonna posing naked on a bed whilst smoking a cigarette has sold for nearly £15,000 at Bonhams in New York.
The sum is three times the estimate placed on the image that was taken in 1990, by the same photographer who did the work for Madonna’s 1992 book Sex.
Judith Eurich from the saleroom said: “It is an absolutely stunning image and it is just a beautiful tone of grey. It is not just black and white it is grey and silvery. Madonna was posing for a number of photographers at the time this was taken in the 1990s when she was in her early 30s. She was going through a phase of having bleach blonde hair and heavy dark eye make-up that gave her a dramatic look – and of course she has a gorgeous body. She is a very healthy person and I’d imagine the cigarette is just a prop to make her look sexy and sultry.”
The price paid was $23,750 or £14,761.
Nigella Lawson has called in lawyers to deny claims that she bought “under the counter” foie gras at Selfridges in London.
The Queen of Gastroporn and Caramel Bukkake vehemently denied a newspaper report published at the weekend suggesting that she bought the controversial French delicacy from Jack O’Shea, a prominent butcher, at his former concession in the department store.
Although production of foie gras – made from the enlarged livers of force-fed geese – is banned in Britain, it can be sold legally and is stocked in a number of London shops.
Selfridges banned it on animal welfare grounds two years ago after a high-profile campaign led by Sir Roger Moore, the former James Bond actor. Mr O’Shea, however, continued to offer it for sale to a select group of customers who requested it using the code name “French fillet” (reminding me of the sinister butcher of Royston Vasey, Hilary Briss, from The League of Gentlemen). He who said he prided himself on his animal welfare standards, and was unrepentant after his dismissal from Selfridges last year. He said at the time: “I couldn’t give a damn, my conscience is clear. Stuffing a goose with grain is like stuffing me with Guinness.”