It’s been a hell of a long week, gents. I’ve not slept much the last two days due to interviews and projects and the like. But, I have to say, despite the ongoing lockdowns here in PommieBastardLande, life is generally pretty good.
The days are getting longer. The Sun is out and shining. And the very first official day of spring is right around the corner. Eventually, even Boris the Oppressor will be graciously pleased to permit his
slaves subjects fellow blithering idiots citizens to go back to work, gather in public places, eat in restaurants, and go to the gym. He and his coterie of aristocratic morons enlightened benevolent rulers will no doubt reinforce the lockdowns the moment that it becomes convenient, of course. But, in these straitened days, we must take what freedoms we can, and guard them jealously.
The guardianship of freedom is, of course, something at which the British are notoriously poor in upholding. That is why their country is breaking down before our very eyes. This is not immediately obvious to anyone who does not live here. But if you keep an eye out for the signs, they could not be clearer. People simply do not trust each other anymore. The Branch Covidians run around wearing full hazardous waste masks – I actually saw a woman in the centre of the city wearing, I shit you not, a proper gas mask. And people like me, who actually like breathing clean and free air, walk around refusing to wear one.
We’ve gotten to the point where “to wear or not to wear, that is the question”. The fearful and timid among us believe that by wearing masks, we may perhaps avert the Kungpocalypse. Those of us who accept that life has risks and rewards, though, understand that wearing a thin layer of paper and cloth over your face is nothing more than a cosmetic statement.
Which brings us rather neatly to the point of this week’s Friday T&A post. The latest lovely lady in this most beloved series on this ‘ere site full of rants and tumbleweeds is, in fact, highly knowledgeable about artifice and cosmetics.
Her name is Natalyа the cosmetologist (Наталья/Настя, косметолог), originally from Kiev, as far as I can tell, and probably in her mid-to-late twenties, and apparently currently living in Dubai. Honestly, that’s about all I can find out about her. She’s got rather a lively profile on Instaham, it must be said. Nonetheless, she’s quite fetching to look at and evidently skilled at her job. She makes a living doing… whatever cosmetologists do, the particulars of which I do not have a clue about. And also she models dresses for various fashion labels – the particulars of which, again, I do not understand.
She also has an OnlyFans account, and you know what that means – Thot Quotient of a STRAIGHT 10. But we can, and should, appreciate the results of her very obvious dedication to her figure.
Happy Friday, gents. This weekend is going to be a very busy one for me – I’ve got a major report due on Sunday night, and then a big presentation next week. It’s going to be nuts for a while. But, we shall endure and persevere nonetheless, and I doubt that we’ll see too much of a drop in output here. And we shall live to see our days renewed. Trust in the Lord. Trust in the Plan. Believe, and see your faith rewarded – as mine was earlier this week.