In my bisexual youth in the very late ‘70s, I was working in London and seeing a young woman from a very proper middle-class (read hoity-toity) family (the father worked for British Petroleum and commuted to Rotterdam, I think, on the hovercraft). We went to their home in Tunbridge Wells, a sort of tony suburb in…

‘it looks like they ate a lot of these types of animals, animals in the forest or open planes.’

I was actually going to add something about old men always bending over in the locker room for what seems like very prolonged views of their withered nether regions so I was very glad to see this cartoon and not have to.

All this shows is that the bar is set so very low that when he flatlines and isn’t totally bat-shit crazy it comes across as a triumph.

Here’s a tip: don’t stand or, worse, sit in front of the bar well. I can’t tell you how often I see some twat park his fat ass where people are trying to actually order drinks (back in the day any bartender would have swatted them backwards, but it doesn’t seem to happen any more). And what’s the deal with bars that…

Okay, but what was the deal with that one Kingdom lady commenting — twice ! — about the dress her sister liked? Just comic relief?

Oprah has perpetuated more frauds on the American public than the Republican Party.

Oh fir god’s sake, leaf him alone, his bark is worse than his blight.

The trailer omits Zsa Zsa’s best line in the movie: “I hate dat Kveen!”

Obviously when you’re making a biopic you try to approximate the physical look of that person, and in some sense JGL is turned out to resemble Snowden. If you’re going to do that, though, why ignore the one distinguishing characteristic that is evident in every photograph of him — the large mole on his neck? You…

God, that sounds exactly like the earth science teacher at my high school. Every year he would take a vanload of teen boys to Florida and there was a lot of “wrestling” and sharing of sleeping bags. Finally one of his “special” boys committed suicide when the new crop made him obsolete and left a very damning note.…

I worked at an agency in London in the late ‘70s when a lot of people either didn’t have easy access to hot showers or the standards of cleanliness were different. I would always notice which (one) day of the week was “shampoo day” for the women in the office, whose hair would get progressively greasier (though their…

A bit OT, but I believe it was the 1973 Sears catalog that contained the legendary dick slip (penis extending beyond box short), which my married-at-the-time brother had to point out to everyone, leading us all to the correct conclusion that he was, in fact, gay as a picnic basket.

Netflix plot description: As an asteroid hurdles toward Earth,

The case study for this phenom is MASH. Eleven seasons where we watched actors already too old for their parts get way too long in the tooth, and it all became preachy and simpering. They even abandoned the period look of the early 50s and suddenly Loretta Switt had 80s hair. Plus none of those people would have been…

God, if only. Imagine how much fun those gay bathrooms would be.

I couldn’t find the actual clip on YouTube, but this reminded me of the pilot of the old Mary Tyler Moore show, where Lou Grant asks Mary her religion and she replies “You’re not supposed to ask that” (very progressive for 1970) and so he asks if she’s married (and at 30 she’s still single) and she replies…

• Michael Fassbender is currently fassbending Marion Cotillard.

Excellent!

Those scat stories about Dave Matthews have been following him around since the ‘90s so maybe there’s something to it. Cuz usually, where there’s smoke, there’s...poop!