The Heinz Kruger Palace of (57) Varieties

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Strangers are friends you just haven't met, yet. Even when they are baddies and drive science-fiction-y submarines, wearing a smart grey lounge suit.

Well, I don't know about you, Small, but I feel I have to draw the line somewhere and carting a 6 foot cardboard cutout of Mr Thornton into the West End seems just a tad excessive to me especially when I've got the real thing at home.

I used to have an RL 6 foot cardboard cutout in my bedroom when I lived with my parents... :)

Who is RL?

Morning, ladies, or is it afternoon. LOL @ Small. All this talk of cutouts is reminding me of the discussions over Data the android in Star Trek. especially as Twigs kept hers in her bedroom

Small, I didn't mean a person with those initials, I meant Real Life :)

I seeeeeeee. Dur!

Even better in a proper tuxedo

I must admit that on seeing that pic my first thought was 'even better out of a proper tuxedo'

So who was your life size cut out of Twigs? If it helps I'll own up to an almost life size poster of Bryan Adams in my teens!

Will PM you, Spiro, as I would be too recogniseable from it (I was famous for it at the time, for my shame :) )

And as for tuxedos, have I ever shared my penchant for undone bow-ties? I don't like them done up but undone they are a whole other thing.... :)

Oh, Twiggy, as soon as you said undone bow tie I thought of Commander Bond. You are right, there's something very thrilling about an undone bow wtie. Much as there is with an undone cravat.

::Cranks the wibble-o-meter up to 11::

::Sticks hands over ears, ready for the Craig naysayers::

::What nudity as beautiful as this::

::Cranks the wibble-o-meter up to 11::

Now if you stuck someone else's head on that pic I'd be well away!

I am loving the word wibble-o-meter. Or is it a phrase?

That shower scene is quite thudworthy, isn't it?

I don't know what it is about the undoneness - maybe it's the element of casualness compared to the formality of the tux? Or maybe it's the promise of things to come at the end of an evening... there's a lovely photo of Frank Sinatra somewhere with said undoneness...

Mind you, it doesn't always work...

I think it's a word. Massive. The moot point is whether it's something that measures wibbles or manufactures them, like the Orgasmatron.

Stap me, the man's soaking wet, Moriaty!

But so is this one!

And this one!
Oh, no! Wrong Darcy!

I think, Twiggy, it's to do with the formal part of the evening being over and the, ahem, informal part about to begin, with all that that might entail. I know there's a lot to roll one's eyes about with dear old Rod the Mod but Atlantic Crossing provided the soundtrack for much of my long-distant yoof (the parts not orchestrated to A Night At The Opera) and, for me, he has rehabilitated himself with .

Orgasmatron

Isn't that one of those fierce ladies who dole out the Syrup of Figs at boys' schools of the Greyfriars type?

Consider this an early birthday present, Massive

Yeah, Maud, but

He's doing his best, working the black leather I suppose. Nice try, but nulle pointes

You are teasing me, Massive. It is the, ahem, device in Woody Allen's Sleeper. I have tried to find a suitable (or possibly highly unsuitable) clip in the Bibliotheque de Youtube, but although they have the whole film carved up into chunks they don't seem to have a brief clip of the Orgasmatron.

Ah. The perms, the lip gloss, the spandex. And that's just Rod.

::nostalgic::

Who is that being Darcyish in the lake there? He looks like Jim Carrey!

I love Rod's music (remind me later to tell you about a heated debate I once had with a DH about the meaning of one of his lyrics) but anything else is just wrong :)

Right, off to bath the sproglets and try to decide on a party outfit for later...

Ah. The perms, the lip gloss, the spandex. And that's just Rod.

:o

The picture's terrible, the sound's terrible, but .