Jenny Agutter here, and about bloody time I hear you say.
Well, the Norsca bimbo has shot back into space, and I for one am not sorry to see her go.
I don’t know what was worse; her faux poor English (you knew she moved to the States at age three, right?) or her pseudo gender-confused soft porn romps in the shower with Angela Cartwright. Give me strength!
I mean, my early work in Railway Children had enough trains rushing through tunnels and young girls out of breath for anyone. And if not, well I totally buffed up for Walkabout (see above). Peeling off the school uniform (yes, school uniform for Christ’s sake), my bush in the bush, the waterhole scene; what more could anyone want? (YouTube it boys, and take a hanky) But Hey – that was ART, right Mr Roeg?
Then Logan’s Run – need I say more?
OK so, Olly’s gone and does not like coming back any time soon. Last posted five months ago. Get over it.
My topic for the readership? Simple:-
Best boobs on telly. Whose, and when?
June 2, 2009 at 5:51 pm |
Wrangler Jane. F Troop.
No contest.
June 3, 2009 at 5:55 am |
Hey Foz – sorry, but you’re not even close.
I’ve worked with some of the greats; Victoria Principal, Linda Gray, Serrie J. Wilson, Charlene Tilton (NOT).
The best? Barbara Eden of course. Man, try getting those puppies back in the bottle!
yours, Laz.
June 3, 2009 at 6:17 am |
Hey guys,
I liked Neptina from Marine Boy. I don’t know how she got her hair to always cover them even while she was swimming. I always hoped they’d poke out, but they never did.
Coops
June 3, 2009 at 8:17 am |
Gott in Himmel (so zey say…who am I to argue?), ze bestest beshtoompkas on ze TV ver zose of ze young Abigail in the early No 96 years, nein?!! Ya!!
I vemember her pozing in ze gauzy top viss no bra – zem melons, baby, if ze goodness of ze almighty Father vere not in zose, zere iss no Gott.
Lucky zat vass back in my cassock wearing days. Tent city, man.
Go in piece my children. I must retire to bathe in ze nun’s milk, nein?
June 3, 2009 at 9:16 am |
Well mine were fabulous! & just as authentic as Pamella Andersun’s…
June 3, 2009 at 6:25 pm |
I was always rather jealous of Frank Thring’s.
June 3, 2009 at 8:19 pm |
Oh cherie, c’est le belle femme skunk fatale. Vive l’amour.
June 3, 2009 at 8:31 pm |
Scout, from To Kill a Mockingbird.
Is that so very wrong?
June 3, 2009 at 9:36 pm |
Dear Ms Agutter.
I do not suppose that a famous actress such as yourself has much time to read fan mail, but if you did I am sure you would know that I am an ardent admirer of your oeuvre.
When my work allows it I do come “on line” as the young folk say and read this blog – in fact I have made many comments here – so you may be able to imagine how my heart sang as I saw your face and by-line on this most recent (and may I say most excellent) post.
I hope you will not mind that I say that your somewhat saucy (to my ears) language gave me at first cause to pause. But on reflection I can only praise your bold statement of what must surely be a universal question.
And though I lack the nerve to repeat to you the “b” word I feel compelled to answer the question with an emphatic “yours!” and hope that the sincerity of my reply will overcome the great unease I feel at making such a personal observation.
As for the second part of the question I can only answer “always!” with the same sincerity. From Railway Children to Spooks you have never been less than spectacular. And now I must close before my nerve fails me.
Yours truly,
Sigismund
June 7, 2009 at 3:36 pm |
Sorry to barge in off-topic (& off-kilter), but… hangovers. Any suggestions? Apart from drinking heavily, think I covered that one already.
June 8, 2009 at 12:39 pm |
Oh look, my fellow countryfolk have voted in the Nazis.
Oh well, they’ll have to go to Europe & sit with a load of foreigners so at least they won’t enjoy it…
June 9, 2009 at 8:29 am |
Hey Petra –
Look, I don’t know about Nazis – foreign food is not my bag, but I do know a thing or two about hangovers!
Everyone knows that the best cure is an early morning root. We call it a “dawnbuster”.
So if you know this, why do you ask?
Oh, I get it.
June 9, 2009 at 10:29 am |
‘Early morning root?’ Is that like chickory? Thanks Ashley, I’ll wander on to the all-night Australian deli & ask, they should be able to provide…
June 9, 2009 at 11:06 am |
Oooh, look I have brought the spectral Olly back with me. Hanging round like a bad smell as far as I am concerned. Dunno why you are complaining about his absence.
To get back on topic, for mine you can’t beat that sheila in the Neville Nitschke’s Caravans ad from about 1977. Cor chase my aunt Fanny up a gum tree, bet you don’t get many of them for a pound.
Bobbs.
June 9, 2009 at 9:31 pm |
It has been so long since I visited Uncle Olly’s web site that he has become a woman. Wow! I bet it hurt. But I’m sure it was worth it if he was trapped inside a man’s body.
Mr Ashley, I think you mean Dam Busters. That was a film my poppa used to watch all the time and he reckoned they gave the Nazis a few hangovers. Poppa tells us all about when he fought in the war against the Germans. Mum tells him to stop (fucken’) lying, the only way he could of killed Nazis is by making them eat his shit filled nappies because he was born in 1944.
June 9, 2009 at 10:21 pm |
…I was just trying to snatch the pebbles in my hand.
Ai, ai, ai my refrexes not good as used to be, solly master.
June 11, 2009 at 10:04 pm |
Tom Hanks’ co-star in a TV sitcom in the early 80s was Donna Dixon. Believe it or not the show was called “Bosom Buddies”.
Google your peepers on those buddies.
Case closed.
June 12, 2009 at 7:10 am |
Two words:
Saddle Club.
June 15, 2009 at 10:44 am |
Der, Best boobs!
Why Victor Mature in “The Robe” of course.
June 18, 2009 at 5:58 pm |
I hate to talk of things in the past tense, (as in “they” are no longer with us), but Christina Applegate’s squoozies in “Married, With Children” at least a decade ago were candidates….
A bit like saying Bobby Kennedy is a US presidential candidate now, mind
Too soon and too delicate??? Get over it!
Jambi has spoken! Long live Jambi!
June 23, 2009 at 8:57 pm |
Fujiko!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
June 24, 2009 at 10:42 am |
Can’t believe no-one’s nominated this prize pair… oh, sorry ‘best’ I was thinking ‘biggest’.
June 25, 2009 at 10:28 am |
Paul chewing gum was most uncouth.
June 25, 2009 at 11:32 am |
I don’t know which is more irritating: his gum-laden blather, or Ringo’s Gud ole US of A accent.
As for t’game, Lennon’d be spinning in his grave, if he hadn’t put paid to the afterlife with that song which we’d better not name in case we invoke Big Olly’s wrath…
June 26, 2009 at 8:09 am |
Oh, hello everyone. Oh.
Um, Liz. – (National Velvet, not Cleopatra)
Sorry Bubbles.
June 26, 2009 at 2:25 pm |
Velcome, Michael, my child. Gott tells me he has some special surprises in store for you.
Ha ha.
MmmmHAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH…etc [evil genius type laugh]
June 28, 2009 at 10:10 pm |
Michael who?
June 29, 2009 at 8:51 am |
Harumph! Still no mention of my outstanding contributions to televisual culture either. (Yes, of course I mean my tits).
June 29, 2009 at 1:00 pm |
What’s that, Mr Jackson? Oh, of course, straight down the second arched cloister, third pearly gate on the right, you’ll find the Children’s Limbo…
June 29, 2009 at 6:55 pm |
…well I’d've thought we could at least get him on Pride, Boss, even if we got no proof of anything else. That statue what he floated down the river, that’s just a healthy expression of a positive self-image is it?
June 30, 2009 at 7:54 am |
Speaking of Ze Beatles, vich ve veren’t, but ve alvays are, vat about Mr Jackson’s collaboration viss Paul on Say, Say, Say?
Come to sink of it, vasn’t too bad. Better zan bloody Ebony unt Ivory – Cheesus, dont get me started!!!!
Herr Olly, how about ze blog about Mr McCartney’s vorst collaborations? Or vill ve run out of room on ze ether?
By ze vay, Frau Farrah, I loved your tits.
June 30, 2009 at 8:46 am |
Thanks Ze, I didn’t notice. So many did…
I felt sorry for the anonymous (or is it eponymous?) ‘Girl’ off of ‘The Girl Is Mine’. Never mind the tune, what a sentiment! Having those two fighting over you? A more unlikely scenario e’en than the races of the world coming together in harmony: on pianos.
July 1, 2009 at 11:03 am |
MICHAEL JACKSON’S LIMBO
O is it come to this, dread Lord of Hosts,
Whose mercy, that ordain’d our shadow’d isle
For those offenders of but harmless guile,
Now shelters this most obdurate of ghosts?
O let him now with lunar walk beguile
Thy cherubim! Let grope his feeble hand
That wasted crotch, fast holding to his wig
One wither’d arm to hide what peachy fur
May sprout from bleachèd flesh: a monstrous jig
To warn of what we are and what we were!
A speck of dust! A grain of useless sand!
A carcass full of drugs! Such is our style.
Then judge him, pray, by what he hoped to be,
Nor none of us by what of us we see.
July 2, 2009 at 4:05 pm |
Olly, I vas chust thinking, am I not infallible, ja? Vat I write on Earse is written in heaven, nein?
Vell, I sought, vy not write zat in Heafen, only zer ex-popes get to muck around, unter-cassocks-style, viss ze anchels?
Vat’s ze downside? Zen it came to me. Ze Lord, vorking in His mysterious vays, vill commit me to an eternity of getting vacked off by Doc Neesen unt ze Brewster brothers, I’m sinking.
Sometimes infallibility sucks big time.
Go in peace to love and serve Ze Lord.
July 2, 2009 at 5:41 pm |
A Lymeric to Mick
To keep Mike’s career aloft
Doctor Murray prescribed Zoloft,
Demerol, Vicodin,
Xanax, Oxycontin,
and Puff’N'Stuff from Marty Kroft
July 2, 2009 at 8:37 pm |
RIP Karl Malden and Mollie Sugden.
Maybe Michael can recommend a good doctor to adjust your nose Karl. But I’m afraid, Mollie, he will be totally useless in helping find your pussy.
July 3, 2009 at 8:55 am |
Prefer dogs to cats m’self. Pass the mustard…
July 6, 2009 at 7:11 pm |
…can Someone please remind me where the kettle went?