Sheesh! I Forgot to Post the Glam …

It's almost October; what the hell am I thinking?

I can't let a September go without a Goodwood Glam Parade.

This one's my absolute favourite from 2014. 

Gorgeous, glamorous, mysterious …

the vintage camera was the clincher, though.

Perfection!

Dawn, Phil and Old Dive enjoying a civilised luncheon.

A hamper of bubbly and proper sarnies and cake all wrapped up with string.

Cheers!

And now, in no particular order, feast your eyes on some Goodwood Glam.

Check out that hat! Whooee.

Don't forget to top up your lippy and slap.

Land Girls ahoy! Say hello to 1942.

Demure and delightful,

but check out that matching toenail polish!

Hoo boy.

Yikes! It's Lydia, the Tattooed Lady.

(sing along … you know you want to).

Kawaii Kimono and chic beret.

Style and to spare.

Jeepers!

(sorry).

Redhead, blonde or brunette?

If you can't decide, take one of each.

The gels love a uniform, chaps.

Well, hello to you, too!

That's enough glam for today, people. There's plenty more for another day.

Toodle pip from the catwalk.

Bohemian Rhapsody

Weirdly beautiful and cool as fuck.

People, meet the glorious Tatra T87

Born in Czechoslovakia in 1939 with an arse like a space rocket and speed to match;

stolen by the Nazis as "THE car for the autobahn" and driven by Erwin Rommel among others;

the T87's amazingly low drag coefficient and awesome 3 litre transverse engine mounted over the back wheels inspired Doctor Ferdinand Porsche to copy its front end and engine arrangement for the Volkswagen and Porsche 911, an act that got him sued by Tatra for breach of copyright.

A baby like this will set you back around £140,000 (they only made around 3,000 of 'em) but amazingly there's an orange one that regularly races at Goodwood (see posts passim).

The Tatra T87: it's utterly bonkers but I love it.

Performing Through The Decades

See? See?

It's NOT just the young, skinny glamour girls I chase after for photos at Goodwood.

Well … occasionally it's not.

Not when such a magnificent lady as this one pops into my viewfinder.

The "Performing Through The Decades" slogan on the back of her race programme

seems to match her own experience.

These two, too, are completely beautiful in their "land girl" getups.

Dressing up in period garb doesn't have to mean glam and glitter.

This pair are perfect.

The Goodwood Revival Meeting is for ALL ages.

Indeed for all sorts.

And for all shapes and sizes (not so sure about the glitter shoes, though).

Yes, polka-dots are slimming …

… but they're no substitute for ACTUAL slimming.

That's all for today. I'll glam it up a bit next time.

Toodle pip!

They Don't Make 'Em Like They Used To (because they're a bunch of cheap shits with no more sense of style than a week-old dog turd) …

Continuing a theme I often get entangled in (and rightly so):

 Like the sad case of the classic Merc featured in the link above, Goodwood's annual Concours d'Elegance reminds me - rather forcefully - of the tragic loss of style, elegance and sheer, sumptuous beauty in 21st century "design".

This is a 5-series Beemer: the unutterably gorgeous BMW 507 from 1957.

 How fucking sexy is that? 

You know you want it, don't you? Yeah? Yeah?

Yes, you do. I can tell by all the drool on your chin.

Does it look like a 5-series Beemer to you?

Does it buggery.
No, instead it looks FANTASTIC!

What the hell happened to BMW?

Wake up, you serried tossers of the once-honourable Bavarian Motor Works!

You could do it once. You can do it again. How hard can it be?

I mean, this car is older than I am! 

I couldn't bring myself to photograph the modern version (you can just about make it out in the background).
The imbeciles have taken the magnificent grille of the 507 and turned it into a joke Hitler moustache.
Oh, for the love of all things decent …

Get a grip, you horrible Huns and sack your entire design staff.

And make sure you kick out the accountants, too.

Get some class, assholes.

The rest of us will just sit here and ache with longing for what might have been if you hadn't lost the plot.

Privates on Parade

In the words of the incomparable Captain Mainwaring:
Right, you 'orrible lot. Get your kit on and get your arses on parade.
Normally at this time of year you get photos of Phil with the Glamcab Girls …

This year, however, to show solidarity with the distaff side, we present Dawn with the Dad's Army Boys.

And you all know what that means … Prepare yourselves to be deluged with post after post of vintage racing cars, planes and pretty gels in spiffy frocks.

Follow the rules and nobody gets hurt.

Welcome to the 2014 Goodwood Revival Weekend!

It's Nice to be Recognised

Yay! We're officially literate!