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We do have black artists in Sweden and this girl is my all time favourite especially with this song. Listen to the lyrics, just amazing.
Neneh Mariann Karlsson (born 10 March 1964), better known as Neneh Cherry, is a Swedish singer-songwriter, rapper, and occasional DJ and broadcaster.
And her brother is also amazingly good.
Eagle-Eye Lanoo Cherry (born 7 May 1969) is a Swedish musician best known for the single “Save Tonight“.
Same as before, listen to the lyrics. Aaahhh..
I love this one. Oki I love all off Stevie Wonders song. Superb artist, composer and seems like a damn nice guy as seen on the carpool with James Corden.
I see quite a lot of the movie bloggers are having this blindspot thing going about movies they should have seen but never had time so I started thinking about movies where I had a blindspot and just missed out on. It’s quite a lot… but.. *flashbulb*
I realised I had loads of Hammer horror I’ve missed out on so my Blindspot 2017 these are my 9 picks, skipped 3 months that I will review and I’m so looking forward to seeing them. Oki I will be cheating with Vampire lovers but it was ages ago and needs to be rewatched.
Ingrid Pitt, here I come (hey pervos, not in that way).
“Whatcha doing over there?” Burgundy asked without taking her eyes off the computer screen. I looked down at the papers that I didn’t actually remember taking out of my drawer. It was my notes from the Cat-Lady-case.
“Just putting the finishing touches on our last case,” I lied.
“Right; because it’s very important for our files to include the favorite sex-position of our clients,” she teased. I chuckled and write that down just for fun.
The closet was where we were supposed to keep our old client files – and we did – but it’s also where old clothes and knick-knacks that we never used anymore went to die. I shuddered to think of all the things that were hiding inside that bottomless pit. I think there was even a box of my old sex-toys in there somewhere.
Don’t ask me why.
Listen, I understand that I’m giving off an impression here, but it’s not like I’m a sex addict or anything. Dad’s genes have just left me with quite the hankering. I kind of have sex the way other people have chocolate, or alcohol. It’s not like I would die without it, but it would be hard to stop, or go without a long time.
Of course, I would give up chocolate, alcohol and sex any day for Burgundy…
But until they have an missing case with a water nympf:
Burgundy and I shared a knowing look. The woman had to be an undine – a water spirit, at one with the water; they could take human form, but the form was essentially all made up of water. When the raindrops hit her, she would just have absorbed them, which was how she managed to look all dry and fresh.
“My fiancé is missin’,” she said. “He just vanished into thin air the night after his bachelor party.”
She paused, biting her lips like she was trying not to cry. Dear heavens, do not let her cry, I thought. I was horrible with crying women.
“I know what that sounds like, but my Thomas wouldn’t run out on me. He loves me. That might sound naïve, but it’s true. He’s the one came after me in the first place! Finally won me over, got me all pathetic and heart sick for him and then he goes and disappears on me. You have to help me find him.” She looked from Burgundy to me, and continued to switch back, waiting for one of us to speak.
“Have you talked to anyone else about this?” I asked. I preferred not to have competition.
“There’s no one else I can go to,” Lavender said, and she bit her lower lip again while looking nervously around the room There was obviously something she didn’t want to tell us.
“Miss Lacada, if you’re not upfront with us, we can’t help you,” I prompted. That seemed to convince her to suck it up and spit it out.
“Thomas is human,” she admitted quietly, as if afraid the place was bugged or something.
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Bugger off to one of my beautiful author friend Rain who has concoted a great story for you with some lovely sleazy characters for you.
Sagemill is a city that puts cities like Las Vegas and Pattaya to shame. Those places think they have witnessed gambling, lust, all kinds of sin. They don’t know what sin is. They don’t know that a place can pull you in, chew you up, and feast on your soul until there’s nothing left of you but bone dust. Those places are nothing. They’re only human.
Humanity doesn’t survive long in Sagemill. It isn’t a human place at all, isn’t even in the same world as those pathetic little towns, towns that think bright lights and low morals make them any kind of competition for a place like this. There’s magic in Sagemill. Some say it’s just one little city in a big world full of magic, a world hidden from ours where only a few unlucky or stupid humans end up. I know nothing about a hidden world, but I know the hidden city. I know Sagemill; I know every dark little corner, every puke-filled gutter, and every monster that pass through the city gates. Sure as hell been here long enough to know it all.
Couldn’t tell you exactly how long, though. Time doesn’t mean a damn thing here. You play away your money, your property, your body parts, your mind, you sell your soul for a wish to the street peddlers, and then you fuck away what little is left of you.
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I’m Rain, and I’m a writer. Aspiring, so far, but hoping to remove that part in the near future! I am currently working on a fantasy novel with a YA and urban touch. All my stories in one way or another take place in a world called Hurst that I’ve built from the ground up through the years, and that I arguably spend way too much time in.
I was not aware of this blond bombshell but she is truly gorgeous.
Debbie Reynolds (1932 – 2016) played opposite Gene Kelly in the blockbuster musical Singin’ In The Rain (1952) at age 19, career and personal life stalled after winning an Oscar nomination (The Unsinkable Molly Brown) and losing her husband (Eddie Fisher) in 1964. From then on, Las Vegas stage shows, divorce, alcohol and B-Grade movies and TV.
Debbie Reynolds: born Mary Frances Reynolds, 1st April 1932, died 28 December 2016, signed to Warner Brothers at 16, first leading role at 19 in MGM’s Singin’ In The Rain (1952), pictured here in How The West Was Won (1962).
Haven’t seen the show but might do now.
The delectable Summer Spiro sizzles as the femme fatale Jessica in “If Looks To Kill” as her dark past threatens policewoman Faith (Stefanie Estes) who is troubled by Summer’s liaison with her ex boyfriend.
– Shades of Marilyn Monroe and L.A. Confidential’s Kim Basinger is evident in Summer’s portrayal of the icy blonde with a lust for killing and who herself evokes an entrancing appetence in those around her.
I love horror movies but might have made a mistake yesterday. I watched The Mist and woke up this morning to.. yeah guess what.. mist… oki normal morning sometimes but the entire day? Oh fuck that, I’m not stepping out. So happy I got a day off.. 😆
And btw if you haven’t seen the movie, watch it or read the book. Both great in their own way.
I gotta be honest I was not going to do a tribute to George Michael but the more I read around the Web the more I realised I was in error. He was part of my childhood with Wham and part of my disco dancing when I was in puberty. Yes, he helped me score with his Freedom song when i was young. Thanks George.
But one thing about him was that he never apologised for the things he did, yes he did it in the toilet and got caught but he was never apologetic about it and yes he went cruising but he never said sorry. He stood up for it. Cudos for that.
So I gotta admit that I’m slightly in awe of that. But damn you George and Wham for Last Christmas. I love the song but after 20 repeats on the music channel, I’m ready to kill myself 😆
But this is a great song with Elton John.
Thanks George for the music.
This is actually so cool shots of the people we see onscreen and how they view themselves offscreen.
Bored by the set-up of traditional film festival photo booths, Andrew H. Walker, a staff photographer at Shutterstock, took an unusual approach to celebrity portraiture for this year’s Toronto Film Festival.
Back in September, Walker asked entertainers in attendance to pose for a series that explores the internal and external voices of celebrities.
“I was really curious with actors because they have, not only this personal inside voice, but they have a public persona that they put out there, and they also have their private self,” Walker tells Mashable. “There’s this whole other layer of themselves as people. I found that really, really intriguing.”
The series features 51 performers — including several Golden Globe nominees — sharing two sides of themselves for the camera.
“Having done this before, I know that celebrities are very guarded about their image, and so I was really nervous about how to start this and what the response was going to be,” Walker says. “I have to say, 95 percent were so willing and interested in doing something.”
Via Mashable. com
Love actually is one movie I always watch around Christmas.