A serendipitous click led me to another Rigg man, an art critic no less, so you know he's right:
Winckelmann ate books – old books, rare and irreplaceable. She sniffed the shelves and, having found a volume from the days when animal glue was used in binding, turned her head on one side and delicately removed it with her front teeth. There the delicacy ended in the mound of cloth and paper shredded.
At seven stone [98 pounds] when she first came, she was big and boisterous in her affection. When Miss Mabel, Diana Rigg’s Jack Russell bitch, came to stay instead of going into kennels while her owner was holidaying, they were mad with pleasure.
Miss Mabel was small enough to run under Winck as though she were a bridge; in their chase, Winck ran into the back of my knees and felled me like a log – and there I lay, helpless with laughter, flat on my back at Diana’s feet, where perhaps all men should be.
Man, so once again Diana Rigg gets tripped up by a fickle public. Dang!
ReplyDeletePreach it, Who! Like you, I am a Diana Rigg man.
ReplyDeleteA serendipitous click led me to another Rigg man, an art critic no less, so you know he's right:
ReplyDeleteWinckelmann ate books – old books, rare and irreplaceable. She sniffed the shelves and, having found a volume from the days when animal glue was used in binding, turned her head on one side and delicately removed it with her front teeth. There the delicacy ended in the mound of cloth and paper shredded.
At seven stone [98 pounds] when she first came, she was big and boisterous in her affection. When Miss Mabel, Diana Rigg’s Jack Russell bitch, came to stay instead of going into kennels while her owner was holidaying, they were mad with pleasure.
Miss Mabel was small enough to run under Winck as though she were a bridge; in their chase, Winck ran into the back of my knees and felled me like a log – and there I lay, helpless with laughter, flat on my back at Diana’s feet, where perhaps all men should be.
and there I lay, helpless with laughter, flat on my back at Diana’s feet, where perhaps all men should be.
ReplyDeleteDamn straight, although I'd probably be making a low moaning sound vaguely like "humina humina humina" ...