Sylvie et Johnnie

~ Great shot from a great collection ~

Dr Tatiana's Definitive Sex Guide

I was actually reading up on the circadian clockwork of bees and came across Doc Judson's crisp article.

Saw the link to her Sex Guide - and now must have it ASAP from weak-£'ed Amazon UK.

That's Dottore Judson across there. Not just a pretty face.

I seem to be coming across hot academics these days.

No bad thing.

Françoise

War: No More Trouble

Sorry about the Bono bit

Swine 'Flu Overview

And no - not just because she is attractive.

"Tara C. Smith is an Assistant Professor of Epidemiology. Her research involves a number of pathogens at the animal-human nexus. Additionally, she is the founder of Iowa Citizens for Science and also writes for The Panda's Thumb and WIRED SCIENCE's Correlations.

... In summary, this is a fast-developing story, and it will take much more investigation and field work to determine the true extent of the virus's spread in the population; to figure out where it originated (one blog suggests a Mexican hog confinement according to some local Mexican papers, but that is conjecture at this point); how it jumped to humans; and how efficiently it's transmitted.

Whether this burns out or spreads worldwide, it certainly shows once again the importance of surveillance and monitoring of influenza strains, and demonstrates that improving our infrastructure due to concerns about H5N1 will benefit us whether that serotype, or another emergent strain, ends up being the next global influenza threat."

SEX ASBO

Comment to follow.

Let me have my late supper first and ponder on this one. She clearly went to 11.

24 hrs later: OK, I was trying to look up the report on 'Screaming Margaret' of a few years back who also disturbed the peace with a visiting tradesman. I couldn't find it but anyway, Maggie was a bawler and there were complaints and the first thing La M knew was when the wife knocked on the door and whapped her one.

All I can think of in this case is how hubbie Steve must be affecting embarrassment, all the while basking in the joshing of the lads about how he can get his missus up to 11.

Meanwhile, as I googled for Screamie Maggie, I came across this - who does it who doesn't it.

Don't say I don't share my research.

No comments, please.

Elysée Chainsaw Mascara

I can't be bothered to actually read about Ms Bruni engineering La Rachida's exit.

I just saw the Bruni nomen  and thought, Cool, another chance to shove another pic up of that hottie.

Also, the silliness of comparing her to Princess Letizia.

Red alert: Intimes pics piqués.

South African advert

School of 'I can Like to Speak English'

From the number of 'chance' doubles-entendres  of some of the graphics, I can't help feeling that someone was having a little more fun than he was letting on.

Or the TV advert.

May 22-24th

~ be there ~

Tip: Click on the poster to enlarge

Head's Facebook Boob Boast

I try not to be a Looksist but it's hard in Greece where both sexes are outright beautiful.

Even the in-right beautiful walk with proud carriage, exuding self-esteem.

This nightmare of a chafe-faced headmistress looks a right scrubber.

She had better have something  going for her because it sure as hell ain't her mug ... and nor her dugs which look like the last things to write home about, let alone on FB.

To restore equilibrium, I include gems from my personal album whose 'balconies' are flawless.

William Strunk Jr. and E.B. White

~ Chronia Polla ~

Happy Birthday, indeed, Willie boy and EB: has it really been 50 years?

If ever this article had a readership, it's right here with the Corfucian Irregulars .

I love language and I know I've aged towards a certain maturity because I no longer rise to the challenge like some twitchy Horst Buchholz-type gunfighter literatus, desperate to know he owns 'language'.

In fact, my greatest pleasure lies in subtle abuse, preferably to an audience who will correct or smirk among themselves.

I remember loving Mountain Man's memory of teaching English as She is Spoke to Koreans and at the end of the day collapsing into the teacher's Common Room and, with a colleague, treating themselves to the most hideously broken anglais they could come up, breaking every rule and massacring the rest (and doesn't that look like a mis-spelling? You try writing it 'massacring' and I defy you not to hesitate for a teensy nano-second over an added 'e'). Heh heh: he said 'teensy'and 'nano'.

I think there was the added joy of the head beak coming in and beaming with paternal pride as he cocked an ear to his profs' exquisite English of Shakespeare and Milton, before reeling back in horror as it dawned on him what sort of mangled illiteracy his pupils' were being fed.

My tongue itches to have been there and I'm envisaging a parlour game charade: You have been hired at great expense to teach English to foreigners. The headmaster was also educated abroad and knows the language. You and a colleague want to give him a shock. You have 1 minute to deliver a convincing but fractured soliloquy.

Here in Greece - once the tan sets in - I am often corrected over grammar or accent by know-all foreigners who take me for an upstart waiter. I don't help matters by misbehaving such as last year when some Lord and Lady Muck came in and were muttering about whether they could trust the bar staff to mix and decent G&T.

"Na so po .. I am helpless from eavesdropping your interrogative of the beverage attendant's skill for potency gin and the juice of tonics. Please be avowed that I have personally of my self sampled the concoction of his hand and its acceptance is promised."

Concept Drinking

"The alcohol also goes in through your eyeballs"

Eeuggh ...

But wouldn't mind giving this a go, except ... with what poison?

Suhaili

Nice tribute to Sir William Robert Patrick "Robin" Knox-Johnston, CBE, RD.

And moi, I had the honour as publicity honcho for Cassell & Co Ltd ("Good books to the gentry") of promoting A World of My Own to an enthusiastic book trade, hungry media, and awed public.

Robin was - how to put it - a 'rewarding and challenging' author to promote. He knew his mind and did not suffer foolish PR hacks gladly.

Driving in English

I turn with relish each week to the excellent Athens News' letters for the all-too common endearing/soppy/loony or just plain unmistakeably British submissions.

Here's a good one:

"I write to ask if it is possible to obtain the Greek Highway Code for motorists in English.

My enquiries at various bookshops have proved negative.

GS Monk, Messinia"

Editor responds:

"Transport ministry officials tell us that the Highway Code is available only in Greek.

The Athens News has written about the code when it was passed into law two years ago.

Here is the link."

CYCLE TRICKS

Is this guy for real ?

This is frigging Pedal Parkour.