Stars On Pushbikes No.6

Seeing as how the next instalment of Escape To Danger is taking much longer to write itself than at first anticipated, here's a taste of some of the potential excitement to (cough) look forward to...

And it's not going to be "Terror of the Vervoids", so wipe that smile off your face right now.

Meanwhile, I shall sit back and relax, and meditate upon the undergarments that are giving Ms Blackman such an, erm... entertaining bosom.

Stars On Pushbikes No.1

Despite the appearance that nothing much ever seems to happen around here, I do spend some considerable time thinking of possible new material. (More time than I actually spend writing any, cynics such as myself might say).

 

Perhaps I should lighten up a little, and stop being my own worst critic. The Internet is stuffed to bursting with tenuous and unoriginal rubbish, so I may as well knuckle down and join in. Nothing new under the sun, after all...

 

So why not start with bicycles? 

 

There's something about a pushbike that seems to equate with indignity in our subconscious. Put a celebrity or a politician on a pushbike, and we automatically start thinking there's something a bit socially levelling and/or eccentric going on.

 

But before we get too intellectually involved, here's Debbie Watling's chest and Henry McGee going for a spin...

Publicity Shots from Hell No.15

Sometimes online you see the most terrible things. Things which act against everything we believe in...

The castors are probably the biggest offender, almost rendering the whole effect comical. And whilst the skirt is admittedly rather well done, the disproportionate neck section leaves a lot to be desired.

However, I am immensely relieved that on the day of my fortieth birthday, my interests and  priorities remain unchanged...