Tuesday, October 3, 2017

A Panacea for our Times


You didn't know I'd written a little book, did you?

I don't like to toot my own horn,
but I think the country may need this right now.






10 comments:

  1. A nation turns its lonely eyes to you, wo! wo! wo!

    Here's to you Mrs Robinson.

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    1. Why thank you darling, I love thinking of myself as Anne Bancroft, circa 1967!

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  2. I just saw Anne Bancroft in The Hindenburg, 1975, along with George C. Scott (looking pretty tasty-daddy like) and she looked so pretty and glamorous. Her acting and all the rest of the cast was nothing more than picking up the paycheck, but still, she got to wear turbans and leopard skin stoles and stride haughtily along, so it was worth it.

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    1. Geez, I remember that; back when disaster movies really were a disaster. I have an fucked up adoration of Anne, like I actually knew her. She knew how to make an entrance.

      George was not bad, nor is his spawn. I also adored Campbell's mother.

      Now look, you've got me all teary eyed.

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    2. Am I the only one who can't figure out what you've baked?

      And what is that purple mass above your head?

      And is that a cruet by the window?

      I think I may need reading glasses.

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    3. This shot was to show what it's like if you DON'T bake.

      The photographer screamed at me, "Norma, for christ sakes, look forlorn!"

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  3. Honey, what ever cuntry yer in, it needs you !

    Lemme kiss yer marvellous arse *crunchsmacklebitewhoah!* ... thank you !

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  4. You could get a part in Coronation Street looking like that.
    Sx

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