Is Prince Charles a bosom freak?
Catherine Zeta-Jones says Prince Charles lingered too long on her breasts as he pinned on her CBE. Other pictures shown in the Daily Mail last week gave credence to her claim when the prince was pictured showing similar tendencies on other occasions, when in close proximity to a cluster of delightfully well-endowed ladies.
It seems he’s rather appreciative, as most men are, of bosoms that galvanise the eyes and make the heart throb, when approaching what one may call the magnetic field of a woman’s most desirable assets.
Well why not? As babies we find great comfort in sucking our mother’s breasts, and as grown-ups the experience is embedded deep in our physiology and remains mysteriously enthralling. We can never really shed our fascination with the bosom. And sometimes, a mere touch is enough to cause a sensual frisson that ignites other impulses of a more generic nature.
It is a most welcome change for the prince, who at one time was more interested in other parts of a woman’s body and has now become more attuned to the finer bits, which can dazzle without any loss of modesty on the woman’s part.
His eyes as a result now sparkle with a slight mischievous alacrity, and make his eccentricities in other fields more acceptable.
The more he becomes one of us mortals the less pomposity will be attributable to his conduct. A cheeky prince is far better than a tedious old buzzard.
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Boots the Chemist, who in the 1960s refused to sell condoms, have come a long way since then.
They are now more innovative and keep producing creams and anti-ageing drinks which promise to banish wrinkles in four weeks.
When they launched their drink Pure Gold Collagen last year it had women flocking to the high street and won a string of female celebrity followers. They were, however, unprepared for the effect the supplement would have on their customer’s other halves. After being inundated with requests from men they have now developed a male version of the drink, which will be on sale this month.
Experts are sceptical over the benefits of the drinks, which they say are no better than having a healthy diet. But customers took no notice and came in droves to empty their shelves of the product.
It became the best-selling item on the Boots website when it was launched last year and there is already a waiting list of seven thousand customers for the men’s version.
TV presenter Anthea Turner, fifty-two, endorsed Pure Gold Collagen by saying it was one of the most effective skin products she had tried.
Well, are we to believe that man is capable of arresting old age through chemical products – as opposed to a disciplined routine of healthy living and a balanced diet? My hunch is that no miraculous solution to ageing is possible. Women can conceal the ravages of old age by relying on all sorts of products, but underneath it the ageing process continues.
As for men, I think old age suits them admirably and need not impair their looks so as to resort to corrective alignment of their features, which in my view will turn them into laughable zombies as superficiality will rob them of their distinctive natural look.
There is nothing more beautiful in the world than to let nature take its course, as long as you keep pace with the evolution of your body to a different cycle and embrace the transformation with grace and dignity for all to see.
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Liz Hurley is surpassing herself these days by behaving like a tart minus any self-respect, and bringing shame to the refined English roses – our most delightful ambassadors abroad, who bring joy and grace to the nation.
This week she told Cathy Price, a television sports reporter who asked her a civil question at Perth airport, to simply ‘fuck off’. After swearing at the reporter, who was visibly shaken, she turned to her boyfriend Shane Warne for approval, and strode off like a Cheshire cat with a pot of cream, pleased with herself.
I am not at all surprised at her behaviour. She was a second-rate actress who never made it big, and then resorted to a state of undress in order to gain public attention. She wore couture dresses, held together by safety pins, which were more revealing than one expected. Then the habit of stripping became her visiting card, which catapulted her to instant fame. Her love affairs became a national topic and reflected the depth to which she was prepared to go to remain in the public eye. In the meantime she skilfully used her notoriety to maintain a luxurious standard of living.
But deep down she proved to be a self-promoting hussy who will stop at nothing to get what she wants. She and Shane Warne are ghastly, and so well suited in character and comportment that they can easily be described as a bottle which found its perfect fitting cork. Both are brazenly arrogant and not worth powder and shot.
I hope the Aussies will stop pandering to their celebrity status and give them both a good walloping kick where it hurts most.