Saturday, 29 June 2019

RIP Bryan Marshall

Saddened to hear of the death of Bryan Marshall this week at the age of 81.

Marshall was perhaps best known for playing Commander Talbot in the 1977 James Bond film The Spy Who Loved Me and for the corrupt councillor Harris in the 1980 classic The Long Good Friday. He also played Van Der Valk in the 1973 feature film Because of the Catshad a memorable role in the underrated Jenny Agutter thriller I Start Counting in 1970 and starred in a very good Play For Today, entitled Stocker's Copper in 1972. His TV credits included a fine guest appearance in Robin of Sherwood, as well as the usual suspects such as The Avengers, Z Cars, Dixon of Dock Green, The Saint, The Professionals, Tales of the Unexpected, and The Onedin Line. His film credits included Mosquito Squadron, Alfie, Man in the Wilderness, The Tamarind Seed, The Punisher and Hammer Horror films like The Witches, Quatermass and the Pit and Rasputin the Mad Monk. In the 1980s Marshall began to divide his time between the UK and Australia, appearing in TV shows such as Home and Away and Neighbours and films likes BMX Bandits and The Man From Snowy River II. He was also the original host of Australia's Most Wanted. Having settled in Australia, his last TV appearance was in 2012 in the miniseries A Moody Christmas.


Friday, 28 June 2019

Out On Blue Six: Bryan Adams, or It Was Twenty Years Ago Today...

If my calculations are correct (to be honest I may be out a week) I think that today marks the twentieth anniversary since I started my first proper job at the age of 19, working for the Employment Service (now of course known as the DWP) in St Helens. 

I think I started a thirteen week casual contract there on Monday June 28th. It would go on to become the longest job I have ever had, going on to work at Ashton-in-Makerfield over the winter and early 2000, and then at the Huyton office until 2005.

I cannot believe that twenty years have gone by since that summer of 1999, but I have nothing but happy memories of it. Whenever I think back, I remember so many fun times, brilliant friendships and team camaraderie. But I'll always remember one girl from my time there. Like me, she was a casual working over the summer but just a teensy bit older than I was. Her name was Cath Davies, she was from Golborne and she was arguably my best mate there. She had the same hairstyle and looked very similar to Leigh Nash of Sixpence None the richer who had a big hit around that time with Kiss Me. In fact I probably had a little (not so secret) crush on her. Her favourite song was Summer of '69 by Bryan Adams. Back then, the jobcentre would have a supply of tapes that would be played across the office for staff and clients alike and Adams' track was on there. Each time it played, she'd beam a great big smile and start dancing around the claims! Her contract finished before mine and I remember her drinks party taking place in the (much missed now but then newly opened) Bear and Barrow pub in St Helens. When she was leaving, we hugged and she promised us all that she'd be back for my leaving do and the Christmas party.

Needless to say, I never saw her again.

Whenever I hear this song, I think of Cath Davies, and the best days of my life - the summer of '99

End Transmission

Wednesday, 26 June 2019

Theme Time: The Crezz - Tony Ashton

Created by Clive Exton, The Crezz was a 12-part Thames TV comedy drama series broadcast in the autumn of 1976. It concerned the daily goings on and the lives of the residents of Carlisle Crescent (affectionately known to all as 'The Crezz') a fictitious West London crescent with a large residential garden that often proves to be a meeting place, sticking point and even a battleground for the locals. Among those locals included Joss Ackland as Charles Bronte, the chair of the garden committee and an English lecturer, Peter Bowles as an adulterous sci-fi novelist from the north of England, and Nicholas Ball as ad man Colin Pitman whose talking piece drinks cabinet was the front end of a Mini Cooper! Anthony Nicholls (in what I presume was his last role prior to his death in 1978), Isla Blair, Janet Key, Elspet Gray, Hugh Burden, Carole Nimmons, Rolan Curram (playing a forerunner to his gay character in Eldorado), Eileen O'Brien, Frank Mills and Linda Robson, to name but a few, also made up The Crezz's residents, whilst guest stars included Bob Hoskins and Ronald Fraser. With episodes penned by the likes of William Trevor and Willis Hall this was top drawer stuff.

As you can see from the image above, the TV Times went to town publicising the series but the viewing figures weren't as promising as Thames had hoped, resulting in the show being pushed from its  9pm primetime slot to following the News at Ten at 10:35 halfway through its run. An afternoon repeat was also shown the following day. I imagine that must have been trimmed a little of its more adult content at times though. 

Essentially an up-market and light-hearted soap opera, it's a shame The Crezz lasted only one series as I feel there was plenty of mileage in it for a second helping at the very least. As it stands it's wonderfully '70s, utterly imbued with the spirit of the long, hot summer of 1976. Want to recreate that memorable summer this year? Then pop on a cheesecloth shirt, crack open a bottle of Blue Nun, fire up the fondue and grab yourself The Crezz on DVD from Network! 

The funky theme tune, arguably the most '70s-sounding thing ever - was by Tony Ashton, formerly of Liverpool group and Beatles contemporaries, The Remo Four. Here it is, funked up to the max, in all its glory. Get down with your bad self...

Tuesday, 25 June 2019

The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne (1987)

"...Having signed a three-picture deal with Handmade, Bob Hoskins chose Clayton’s film as his next project after Mona Lisa, and found himself starring opposite Maggie Smith in a title role that proved to be her third and final film for Handmade. Our two lonely leads meet over the breakfast table at the Dublin boarding house run by Madden’s sister Mrs Rice (Marie Kean) that Smith’s down-in-society Hearne finds herself a resident of now that her aunt and guardian (Wendy Hiller) has passed away. Captivated by this Americanized Irishman’s tales of New York, Hearne decides to set her cap at him – but is Madden’s seeming interest in her more financially minded? Heartbreak is destined to follow and the secrets of Judith Hearne’s unfulfilled life come spilling out..."

Read my full review at The Geek Show

Monday, 24 June 2019

Cold Pursuit (2019)

"...When Cold Pursuit was released earlier this year you could hear the critics snickering up their sleeves (well, you could if you drowned out the furore that surrounded certain comments made by its leading man, Liam Neeson, during an interview promoting the film) at what they perceived to be the film’s central premise;

“So this film has Liam Neeson playing a vengeful snowplough driver?” they chuckled into their skinny caramel macchiatos and rolled their eyes beneath their skinny designer frames, somewhat missing the point. I mean yes, this film does indeed see the Taken star plays a humble snowplough driver from the sleepy Rocky Mountains resort of Kehoe whose quiet and ordinary life of model citizenship takes an unexpected path towards brutal vigilantism when his son dies from an apparent heroin overdose.  Yes, that is where Neeson’s aging action hero career has arrived at now and, to be fair to the critics, it does sound silly. But, in making their obvious joke, they’ve neglected to explain that Cold Pursuit is in itself supposed to be a very tongue-in-cheek black comedy..."

Read my full review at The Geek Show

Sunday, 23 June 2019

England V Cameroon and the Liverpool Girl: In Tribute to Alex Greenwood

Wow, what a game there was today. England v Cameroon will go down as one of the most fractious, uncomfortable and downright bizarre games in the tournament with a stroppy Cameroon briefly refusing to play on when two VAR decisions went against them, and playing dirty when they did - one player even violently pushed the frankly ineffectual referee at one point!

Away from the hullabaloo, what's important to remember is that England beat them 3-0. The goal scorers were captain Steph Houghton, the marvel that is Ellen White and Liverpool born left-back Alex Greenwood. 

Alex's sweet sweet goal saw her redeem herself after a poor touch just moments earlier in the second half that very nearly cost England - understandable really, given how the poor behaviour of Cameroon was clearly rattling the Lionesses. I really rate Alex Greenwood and was glad to see her return to Phil Neville's line-up today after sitting out the game against Japan. I don't think she gets the praise she deserves, so here's a track going out just for her - former Icicle Works frontman Ian McNabb's 'Liverpool Girl' from 2004.

Wishing the Lionesses the very best of luck for their next challenge; playing Norway on Thursday evening. C'mon!

Saturday, 22 June 2019

Windrush Day: Out On Blue Six: Lord Kitchener

Today marks the 71st anniversary of the Empire Windrush arriving at Tilbury docks. To commemorate this, here's Lord Kitchener with a song that became synonymous with Windrush 

Always remember that the Windrush generation, and the generations that followed, have done and will continue to do more for this country than any Tory government or right wing opportunist. Shame on them for what they have done to these valuable and valued citizens

End Transmission

Friday, 21 June 2019


Mark Field - what a cunt.

The sheer hypocrisy of these people. It's a violent crime to throw a milkshake at inciters of hate like Nigel Farage and 'Tommy Robinson' but it's perfectly acceptable to assault a woman from Greenpeace who has interrupted your nosh to campaign about the very real concern of climate change. More, these 'respectable' politicians are the type who stand there spouting reverential platitudes about the suffragettes, their bravery and their actions of a hundred years ago, yet when faced with a politically outspoken woman in a sash their immediate course of action is to attack them. 

And shame on them for trying to use the murder of Jo Cox as justification for such an abhorrent act.

It's right that Mark Field is suspended. But it is more right that he should be sacked, removed from politics and charged with assault.

And people genuinely wonder why the Tories are called the nasty party!

Thursday, 20 June 2019

Change Perceptions, Not The Game

As regular readers will know, I'm a big fan of women's football. So I'm in my element right now as it's the World Cup in France. The BBC have really gone to town this year, broadcasting games on the prestigious BBC One as opposed to the usual out-of-the-way screenings on just BBC2 or BBC4. This, along with their slogan for their coverage 'Change the Game', suggests that they are heavily committed to giving both the incredible Lionesses representing our country and women's football itself the attention and recognition that both they and it deserves.

Unfortunately, I fear it's a case of changing perceptions that is really required, rather than changing the game. After all, the game is perfect - far better than the men's in fact - so, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. No, what irks me is the lazy stereotypical humour I've heard on the BBC since the tournament commenced. On Mock the Week last week, the panel wondered if, seeing as the England team are called Lionesses, they change the badge on their shirts to incorporate eyelashes. Really, we're still doing that kind of gag? Whilst Romesh Ranganathan on his show The Ranganation joked that no one was watching or indeed interested in the 'scrappy' performance of our ladies. Meanwhile social media is full of Neanderthal blokes 'joking' that these women should be at home making the tea rather than playing football. Even the BBC's main commentator, Jonathan Pearce, couldn't resist referencing England's last World Cup win in 1966 within the opening minute of the very first game.

It has taken the BBC years to wake up to the fact that there's been a steadily growing interest in the women's game. Such a shame that their 'talent' elsewhere haven't realised that fact yet. What's the betting that will change should England continue to do well in the tournament? 

Monday, 17 June 2019

Under Fire (1983)

"...It’s perhaps interesting to watch Under Fire in the week that British charity Comic Relief has announced its plan to cut back on celebrity appeals in the wake of what has become known as the ‘white saviour’ row, promising (rightfully in my view) to “give voices to people” who actually live and experience at first-hand the hardships of the third world instead. 2017 saw Ed Sheeran’s Comic Relief video appeal from Liberia  handed a ‘Rusty Radiator’ award the “most offensive and stereotypical fundraising video of the year”, whilst last year Stacey Dooley’s Instagram post featuring her cradling a Ugandan infant was criticised by Labour MP David Lammy as propagating “tired, harmful stereotypes”.

I mention this because the same kind of criticism could indeed be levelled at Hollywood’s long and disheartening practice of attempting to depict a very real story of conflict or struggle outside of America through the eyes of a white American character.  It’s as if they believe audiences cannot understand what is going on unless a white American A-lister is at any such film’s centre, and it’s not always confined to stories about the world outside of the US either; consider any number of films about the Afro-American experience that are inevitably told mainly from the perspective of the white community; The Help, Driving Miss Daisy, Green Book et-tedious-cetera.

Whilst it is fair to say that the Nicaragua-set Under Fire is yet another American movie that attempted to raise awareness or document the issues of a foreign country via Caucasian movie stars, it must get a free pass for the simple truth that it approached the story in a way that could only be told from the American perspective, because it is that perspective that finally brought about a change for the country...."

Read my full review at The Geek Show

Monday, 10 June 2019

Robin Hood (1991)

This will forever be known as the other Robin Hood film from 1991, ie not the successful one - Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. It should also be known as the only Robin Hood film in which Friar Tuck kills the Sheriff of Nottingham - though admittedly the Sheriff here, commonly referred to by name as Miter and played by Barry Stanton, is very much a supporting, second division villain to Jürgen Prochnow's lead baddie, Sir Miles Folcanet, and Jeroen Krabbé as Baron Roger Daguerre.

This Robin Hood stars Patrick Bergin as the Earl of Huntingdon who, following a spat with the Norman establishment, becomes the legendary outlaw (it's quite ironic to see an Irishman play a Saxon, especially when Bergin has to deliver the line "Get orf my land" to Prochnow and his men at the start of the film, and you also have to factor in the fact that Will Scarlett here is played by another Celt, the Welsh actor Owen Teale) and, as he robs from the rich and gives to the poor, he falls for Uma Thurman's Maid Marian. 

You really have to feel for this film. Not only did it coincide with the far more acclaimed and enjoyable Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, it's approach to the story is remarkably similar too, culminating with Maid Marian being strong-armed into marrying the villain, Folcanet, and Robin and his Merrie Men attacking the castle to save her and end the Norman tyranny. Even the way Robin dispatches Folcanet is remarkably similar to the way Costner's outlaw kills Rickman's Sheriff in the blockbuster. 

Given that this adaptation was written by Sam Resnick and John McGrath, founder member of the socialist agit-prop, Scottish nationalist 7:84 theatre company, it's a given that its key strength is in its more detailed depiction of social injustice and the fundamental question of a ruler's right to rule. The screenplay attempts to give a far greater and more valid historical context of the traditionally swashbuckling good versus bad tale, and it's one that has parallels with contemporary living. Here, the Normans are rightly depicted as invaders who have robbed Saxon land and have forced the native poor into labouring upon those lands to provide them with their wealth. That these Normans, many of whom are the second generation descendants of piratical vikings, have no moral right to rule is evident and makes you question our own continuing class structure, specifically the class structure of Thatcher's Britain which this film was released around the close of. 

Directed by John Irvin and filmed in Cheshire (making great use of the Victorian Peckforton Castle) and North Wales in the autumn and winter of 1990, Robin Hood is a crisply atmospheric film that boasts a suitably shaggy-haired, oft-bearded looking band of outlaws against the clean-cut, near pudding bowl haired Normans led by Prochnow and Krabbé as Marian's uncle, Baron Roger Daguerre, collecting astronomical taxes from the poor for a cameoing Edward Fox as Prince John. Bergin is Sir Robert Hode, Earl of Huntingdon who, along with Teale's Will Scarlett, is banished to the wilderness and a life on the run. Meeting David Morrissey's Little John, the pair find a home in Sherwood Forest, living "like bats in the caves". It's a less cosy looking affair than some adaptations, and one that offers some charming B-roll/introductory footage of forest wildlife, but Irvin's depiction of Resnick and McGrath's screenplay is far from a revisionist take; this is still a jolly swashbuckler (though Irvin struggles with some of the action setpieces) and many of the performances chime with that vibe, particularly Bergin who, despite initially looking more down-to-earth and different than the traditional Robin Hood actor, does somewhat overplay the hearty laughs at times. Uma Thurman's Marian however is a surprising standout, the Hollywood actress may have taken this role very early in her career but she grabs it with both hands and leaves a lasting impression. She's not the best Marian, in the same way that Bergin is not the best Hood (those honours, in my view at least, fall to Judi Trott and Michael Praed in the definitive Robin of Sherwood on TV seven years earlier) but she stakes her claim by being a strong and feisty, and rather sexy, heroine. There's an exchange about taking a lashing as punishment between her and Robin that immediately takes on a sexual knowingness ("Have you ever been lashed before?", "I've never had someone make me beg them to stop", "Then you've never had a proper lashing") that frankly crackles upon the screen. In keeping with Elizabethan theatre, Thurman's Marian has to don a disguise and become a boy to join Robin's band and, in turn, get closer to her romantic interest, and the actress gives it her all here too.

The film does attempt to celebrate the rural pagan traditions that were commonplace during Robin Hood's day specifically towards the climax, which sees he outlaws use the cover of an All Fools' Day parade as a means to storm Daguerre's castle, prevent Folcanet's marriage to Marian and end this particular brand of Norman oppression once and for all, with Jeff Nuttall's fruity Friar Tuck adopting the role of the Lord of Misrule. Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but I couldn't help but feel comparisons to the kind of alternative, hippy events of Glastonbury, the Peace Convoy's Stonehenge Free Festival (aka 1985's the Battle of the Beanfield) or even the rave culture that the Tory government so disapproved of. But whilst this film certainly beats its rival Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves in that respect, it lags way behind of Richard Carpenter's wonderfully folkloric and spiritual Robin of Sherwood

Ultimately, the film ends on an upbeat note in which evil is vanquished and Krabbé's Baron is made to realise that a greater social harmony between the Saxons and the Normans is required, understanding that the marriage of Robin and Marian may serve as the first step towards bridging the divide. As we know of course, this hopeful cohesion didn't really happen and the class structure where the rich stay rich and the poor remain poor continues to this very day. This fact clearly doesn't escape the left wing McGrath (and probably Resnick, though I must admit I don't know much about him to presume about his own politics - maybe it was McGrath alone who brought that to the table?) and maybe the intentions of the film was to serve as a plea for a more equal society in the wake of Thatcher's ruinous government. If that was the case, then we had to endure another six years of flaccid Tory rule before a Labour government was swept to power in 1997. Unfortunately, their government proved to be a subversion of the kind of socialism that McGrath and many others expected.

Wednesday, 5 June 2019

Return to Waterloo (1984)

Ray Davies one and only foray into filmmaking, Return To Waterloo is a dark cross between Julien Temple (whose film Absolute Beginners he would later appear in and provide some music for), a Tommy-era Ken Russell and Dennis Potter at his most disturbingly repressed and psycho-sexual. 

It is the story, told through song, of The Traveller (Ken Colley), an ambiguous commuter who boards the 8.52 from Guildford to Waterloo and who, as the train hurtles through the suburbs towards the capital, contemplates both his life and his fellow passengers, whilst audiences cannot ignore his uncanny resemblance to the police’s identikit profile of the 'Surrey rapist' plastered across the front page of that day's edition of The S*n newspaper. 

This similarity begins to take a great resonance within the action we witness as The Traveller seems preoccupied with every young woman he encounters whilst seemingly pining for a missing, and possibly dead, daughter. Coming not long after the arrest of The Yorkshire Ripper, this was clearly a topical theme and Davies seems fascinated by the notion of a seemingly Mr Ordinary capable of such a violent and evil double life. 

Broadcast just the once by Channel 4 one Sunday evening in November 1984, Return to Waterloo has become somewhat forgotten over time despite Davies producing a soundtrack album the following year. It's a film that needs rediscovering, as its disappointment in, and satire of, 1980s Britain strikes a similar chord in today's equally depressing social and political landscape. 

Atmospherically shot by Roger Deakins, Davies' songs cast their critical eye over everyone on board the train from the uncommunicative yet smug businessmen and gossipy old dears (a pre-EastEnders Gretchen Franklin appears as one) to the contemptuous young trio of punks led by no less a snarling Kubrickian figure as the young Tim Roth, as well as cameo appearances from 80s British cultural staples like Claire Rayner and Michael Fish. 

But the greatest analysis of all is somewhat diluted thanks to the cowardly backers of the film that Davies had to contend with. In the musician's mind, The Traveller really was the 'Surrey Rapist', a mild mannered looking yet dangerous individual who had killed his own daughter, but the money men of RCA Video seemingly pushed him to end on something more ambiguous and less downbeat, leading to the concluding scene in which The Traveller locks eyes with a busker on the tube (a cameo by Davies) and, in that moment at least, it seems that the fiction cannot hide the truth from its creator.

Whilst Return to Waterloo ought to stand comfortably alongside the shoulders of Davies' contemporaries forays into film like Pink Floyd's The Wall and the aforementioned Tommy and Quadrophenia by The Who, I do have some reservations based solely on the music. Davies' '80s output still contains some great lyrics and narratives but the production is inevitably dated in comparison to the timeless classics he gave us with The Kinks in the 1960s.

Wordless Wednesday: D Day

Tuesday, 4 June 2019

Trump's Brain Fart

"I don't know Michael" Donald Trump said today in reference to Michael Gove.

Um? You met him just two years ago *shakes head* 

What's more baffling is the fact that most TV news haven't picked up on this slip either.

The US President has also said that the NHS is on the table regarding trade negotiations, and then said that it would not be, and he has also claimed that Jeremy Corbyn asked to meet him during the state visit but that he turned him down. Really? Jeremy Corbyn, the man who deliberately boycotted the bun fight that had Trump as guest of honour last night and who led the demonstration against him today wanted to meet him? Well I know he said at the demo he wanted to negotiate a way forward from racism and misogyny but...

Trump also said that the demos were small and, wait for the old classics, 'fake news'

I know politicians lie, but bloody hell, Trump is in a world of his own. Either that, or he's just fucking stupid. Probably both to be fair.

Change UK: February 2019 - June 2019

After less then four months, Change UK has been consigned to the dustbin of history.


Yes, Change UK, the comedic gift that keeps on giving has now collapsed under the weight of the self-centred, grubbing opportunist nature of its own members. In just over three months a group of MP's have jumped ship not once but twice and all because things didn't go their way. That ought to tell you everything about the principles of these people (or rather the lack of them). 

Six of its eleven MP's, including big names like leader Heidi Allen, Chuka Ummuna, Angela 'funny tinge' Smith and Luciana Berger, have walked. I hope they kept the bill for that inaugural Nando's dinner!

And what a day to bury such embarrassing news - whilst all of British politics is focused on Trump's state visit, Change UK hope to simply slip away unnoticed, rather like covering a fart up with a cough.  

The six will now stand as independents, and I for one am looking forward to the next GE when their political ambitions will finally be decimated. 

Monday, 3 June 2019

Theme Time: Gentleman Jack - O'Hooley and Tidow

I love it when the mainstream wakes up to the beauty of good folk music. And that's certainly what has happened to Yorkshire folk act O'Hooley and Tidow in the wake of Sally Wainwright's new BBC drama series, Gentleman Jack.

Back in 2012, Heidi Tidow and her wife Belinda O'Hooley released their second album The Fragile which featured on it a track called Gentleman Jack, recounting the life of 19th century Yorkshire gentlewoman, Ann Lister. Fast forward to 2019 and Wainwright has created a drama series about Lister, using O'Hooley and Tidow's song as its closing theme tune. The result? A surge in sales for a seven-year-old album that has seen it reach number 3 in the Amazon folk and songwriter charts, behind no less than Adele's 21 and George Ezra's Wanted on Voyage!

I've previously blogged about Anne Lister, or rather a previous adaptation of her life starring Maxine Peake, here, ahead of the opening episode of the new series. Whilst Sally Wainwright's take is very enjoyable and quite the rollicking, lusty romp, I must confess to preferring the earlier film. Peake created a more sympathetic heroine, whereas Suranne Jones can be a bit too haughty and frankly rather snobby. Then again, perhaps Miss Lister was somewhat unlikeable - after all her decision to leave one childhood lover sent the poor unfortunate to a lunatic asylum for the remainder of her life. Whatever, the exploits of Gentleman Jack are certainly brightening up these Sunday evenings and it's great news for O'Hooley and Tidow.

RIP Paul Darrow

Gutted to hear of the death of Paul Darrow today at the age of 78.

Darrow will forever be remembered for his truly iconic portrayal of anti-hero Avon in the 1970s' BBC TV series Blake's 7, one of the most complex and intriguing characters ever to appear in sci-fi, but, in a career stretching back to the 1960s, Darrow chalked up some 200 screen credits with roles in programmes as diverse as Emmerdale, Pie in the Sky, Doctor Who, The Saint, Emergency Ward 10, Hollyoaks and Little Britain. He also spent four seasons at the Bristol Old Vic and appeared several times on the West End stage. His last TV appearance was on Pointless Celebrities alongside fellow former Blake's 7 star, Micheal Keating, and, though frail (he had both legs amputated in 2014 following an aortic aneurysm), he appeared as charming as ever.


The NHS Is Not For Sale

Trump's state visit will see him sniffing around for a trade deal...and he has his eyes on the NHS.

Yesterday, the US ambassador admitted as much to the BBC. I don't care how you voted in the EU referendum - no one voted for the end of the NHS surely? And yet that's exactly what the hard right Brexit mob, the Farage's and Rees-Mogg's of this world want. And they'll bend over backwards to please Trump.

If our next PM, whoever that may be, gives Trump the trade deal he wants, they'll be signing away the NHS to US companies who will start running the pride of our country for profit.

Please sign this petition to tell Trump hands off the NHS.

Sunday, 2 June 2019

Plus Size Bond Girls: June

June is where this Bond-themed BBW calendar starts to go a little erratic, because it references not a Bond film, but Tomb Raider instead.

I think what they meant to do was to homage the Bond film The World is Not Enough which memorably saw Denise Richards pull on a Lara Croft-style vest top and tight shorts to play nuclear physicist Christmas Jones (with about as much believability as Dave Lee Travis playing Macbeth)