Nevertheless, I’m sure these will serve to tittilate, and should you wish to peruse the rest of her stuff, it’s here, on her own modeling website and nerd-log. She actually seems like a rather decent person, hugging all her more or less sweaty and leering fans, visiting army bases in Iraq to cheer ‘our lads’ up (not the Iraqi army though, I note) and smiling in a completely human, winning way in little unguarded moments. Madam, I applaud you. (No jokes about the sound of one hand clapping please).
Not really, obviously. That would be freaky. I’ll just leave these pictures here instead…
Ho Hum. It’s raining outside, you’ve just polished your array of skull drinking cups, nobody wants to go down the tavern with you, and all the princesses in the neighbourhood think you’re a total jerk. Nothing for it but to don the old armour and go on a crusading rampage, save up a load of money looted from the corpses of your fallen foes and buy a huge army with it, falling upon the next hapless nation like a tsunami of barbed steel, to smell the blood of a your vanquished adversaries, and to hear the lamentation of their women.
Anyhow here’s the usual little collection of suggestive snaps. Something about a flash of undies is more tittilating than a ghastly leaked sex tape a la Jordan, don’t you think?
It’s midnight at the Presidential Mansion – you’re tired from a long day’s being rude to Americans and bloated from eating too much excellent cheese. Then in stalks this brunette vision of elegant French loveliness and the interminable politics and having to deal with that jowly scots oaf begins to seem worth it as she whispers that the Premier’s bubble bath is ready…
More Deviant Art trawling comes up with this collection of scantily clad boilers – and unsurprisingly there is a truckload more of NSFW content on his page. It’s mostly kink but there are some very arty photos on there too, if you happen to be after that sort of thing. Now I’m going to watch that Mario video again…
Oh those cheeky bohemians – they’ve got the right idea. Swan around your Berlin penthouse studio squat in a loosely tied silk dressing gown, swinging a camera with a huge lens in one hand, a bottle of incredibly expensive vodka that you stole from a society party in the other and impassively smoking the long thin cigarette that hangs from your stubbly top lip. Somehow this kind of behaviour gives you the credibility required to call up strikingly good looking birds and have them come over to your pad specifically for the purpose of taking photgraphs of them in the altogether, and damned if they don’t look fabulous.
There’s a lot more of this guy’s rather great photography over here at his Deviant Art page, but since it’s gloriously NSFW, I won’t post it in the gallery – just go check it out when your boss isn’t looking over your shoulder.
All of this G20 stuff is sickening. Like burgers. I was whining about brutality in computer games a while back, but here’s a computer game that demonstrates, in a cute and cartooney way, exactly how much more ruthless, rapacious and brutal real life is. I recently watched my way through David Attenborough’s ‘Life On Earth’ series, made back in the 80′s. I can’t recommend it highly enough. 12 hours of beautifully researched and written film about some of the most precious and beautiful wildlife that we’re currently murdering. At the end of it he makes the particularly striking point that this lonely, beautiful Earth we inhabit is the only place in the Universe where life exists. This being the case, I am never going to eat another fast-food meal (this is a real true promise), because I don’t want to be responsible for cutting down rainforest to make room for farming beef. Hopefully you will feel more like I do when you’ve played this game.
This has got to be some form of copyright violation. Imagine if Halo was orange juice. This is Sunny Delight. I should think it’s horrible and tasteless and not like it at all. But I actually did. It might be tedious, it might be one paced. It might have a near identical progression of levels, no variation in enemies, and a plot, characters, weapons and generally everything else lifted wholesale from another game, but it reminded me of Gauntlet, and that is enough. Play it, disagree with me, and go back to www.1980s-games.com and play some more ripped off arcade emulations. I particularly recommend Black Tiger, for what would be a hideously frustrating experience were it not for the fact that credits are free these days. I remember putting two weeks pocket money in to the RoboCop arcade machine, and getting killed by the third incarnation of ED-209, the last phase of the last boss. Bastards. Speaking of which – I still need more robots for my top trumps game. Suggestions in the comments please; we already have Johnny 5, ED-209 and some frightening real-doll type android in a french maid’s outfit…
So she apparently runs her own construction firm. I don’t think I can fit this in with my world view. Imagine the confusion of the poor plumbers – they’re genetically programmed to wolf-whistle at the least palatable of passing crumpets, and then this uber fox walks in with a hard hat on and starts telling him how to ply his pipe-wrench… Honestly, there’d be silicone sealant all over the place!
