Tit Bits

Evening,

Just a few tit-bits this evening.

Dreary spunk bucket Jodie Marsh has her own blog. If you'll take a bit of advice from a spiteful old cow, register- it is compulsive reading. For some reason the image of a scarecrow being thrown in a canal haunted me as I read it. Here is a small stool sample courtesy of Jodie:

'honestly don't want to see any of them again (except Chantel and possibly Preston) and still cannot sleep at night for thoughts of being raped and beaten by three ugly old men (which is what it felt like). Anyway, Dave is here now, we're going into Brentwood for some food with Stevie and I am going to enjoy my first afternoon off.'

Fuck off you tedious tit!

Moving on here is a lovely piece of vintage gossip courtesy of lovely old Popbitch:

>> Swordsmen of the Sixties <<

Terence Stamp makes point with cockuncle_whuppity writes:

"Michael Caine and Terence Stamp shared a
flat in the 60s. This led to innuendoes that
they were In The Gays, particularly from one
group of male acquaintances. Caine and Stamp
finally got annoyed by all the jokes, so Stamp
disappeared for a couple of weeks. When he
returned Caine asked him where he had been.
"You know those blokes that said we were queers?"
replied Stamp. "Well, I've fucked all their girlfriends".

Fucking lucky girls. I'd love to romp with a young Terence Stamp. I'll bet that once word got round girls were goading their boyfriends into calling Terence a queer.


Finally you will note that two of the pictures at the top of this post don't relate in any way to this post. However I thought this page could do with the presence of a couple of my longstanding crushes for my amusement if no-one elses.


Cheerio