… to herald a turning points post, obviously, but if anyone has a clip featuring the divine Annie on that musical number, I’ll replace the link and score two popular posts with one.






… to herald a turning points post, obviously, but if anyone has a clip featuring the divine Annie on that musical number, I’ll replace the link and score two popular posts with one.






Turning points! The 45th installment in a series of… oh, I don’t know. How hard and for how long can a dead horse be flogged? And why would anyone want to, when there are live males who are still, laughably, legally considered ‘humans’ to be flogged instead?






Yes, the easily recognised lyrics from what is perhaps the most 1980s big-hair video ever signals not a post about 1980s magazines, but rather an increasingly desperate attempt to find titles vaguely related to ‘turning’ because this, ladies and scum, is a ‘turning point’ post.
Again.






Whatever…
Number 42 in the series, apparently! How many roads must a man walk down before he reaches a turning point, eh? OK, one, I suppose, as if he was on a second road he would presumably already have passed a turning point. OK, so not a good analogy, but you see what I’m trying to say here, right? Erm… anyway, I’ll just get on with the not-quite-femdom captions, now.






Yup, those. Number forty in an occasional… forty? Forty?? Bloody hell, how long have I been doing this blog?






Even more turning points! Yay… That’s 38, now… should be thoroughly turned and done to perfection, soon enough.





