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I love it when that happens...

When some kind and generous reader sends me loads of photos of some gorgeous hunk.

And this is a particularly fine hunk -- those eyes alone...

But it's the general air of hunky muscle which is also giving me good vibrations.

I was everso slightly disappointed that we don't get to see a floppy willy. I mean, I'm really curious to see it in its rested, relaxed detumescence.

But he's fine enough when, er, tumescent. Damnit, I wish I hadn't started using that word.

But you see what I mean? Very fine in the willie department.

And that's about the end of it.

Except, of course, to say thank you to my kind and generous reader. Obviously.

Another one bites the dust

From "Stop calling me Shirley" to "Move on, people, nothing to see here" to the all-time classic "Nice beaver"... Leslie Nielsen created more than his fair share of laugh-out-loud moments.

I love it when people who have made their entire careers out of playing po-faced straight men suddenly turn out to be geniuses at self-parody. Leslie was one of the best, and it's a shame to lose him so soon after Captain Oveur, his Airplane! colleague, Peter Graves. RIP.

Vintage beefcake model Forrester Millard

I stumbled across this on another site and was smitten.

Utterly intoxicating image.

I wonder what he looks like today?

Which?

Ok, I need your help -- or, at least, the help of those of you who are more computer-literate than me.

I'm in the market for a new computer which I'll use mainly for emailing and web surfing, and, with an external drive, to watch DVDs on the train. Long battery life, a decent screen and a good keyboard are the key prerequisites. Oh, and price, obviously. No heavy games processor needed (no gaming at all, in fact), no multitasking or massive spreadsheets. And it must be reasonably light and compact to lug around (say 10"-11" screen size).

Can I introduce the Toshiba NB305? This Toshiba, for those of you who are a bit out of date, is a "netbook", and so far it's the winner of my pathetic attempts at "research" into which very lightweight machine would suit me best. I like the spec., I've tried the keyboard and it suits me better than most other netbooks, and it also looks nice.

I definitely don't want to go the iPad route -- I've had a test drive over several days and I just can't come to terms with the touch-screen pad or the design of the software. I find it completely counter-intuitive and annoying.

About a thousand years ago my very first laptop experience was with a Toshiba (which was so ancient that its processing power would, today, be at the level of my microwave oven). But I liked it, it felt robust, and it did what I wanted without much fuss.

So, whaddya think, especially if you actually have one of these? Will it do the business? All help and advice gratefully received!

Looky here

People sometimes seem to super-saturate the colour on their photographs:

Which is strange because I find that, in cases like this, if you convert it to black and white, the results, for me, are aesthetically much stronger:

I find myself focussing on different things -- in the second image, the shadows around his abs grab my attention.

Er... that is all.

Chesty

Winter's here and in this colder weather I often feel a bit chesty.

After that appalling opening, a trio of images to soothe your troubles away.

There's something about a hairy chest that overwhelms my senses, even if there's not actually very much hair: this is such a potent secondary sexual characteristic.

Which is why I find it all the more amazing that large numbers of men seem to want to trim it or even -- gasp! -- shave it off altogether.

Utterly mystifying.

Journey woes

Another freezing cold winter's day, and another Underground strike. These have disappeared from the central London network today:

Which means I have to take one of these instead (although less than half the usual number are operating, so it's mostly down to luck whether or not you can physically get on one):

It's very tiresome. I do have a Plan B which involves an extraordinarily convoluted route -- an Overground train away from central London out to Clapham Junction, and then a National Rail train into Waterloo.

But today I have to go to Piccadilly, so it probably makes more sense just to try the District line and/or walk.

Putting a smile on your face

Thank you so very much to all of you who responded to my desperate plea for more photos of Smiley-Face Man, seen here with his muscley friend:

I'm delighted to say that you are even smarter than me (or, at least, you have better filing systems. Or better Googling skills. Whatever), because you came up trumps:

Smiley-Face man is revealed to be a gregarious sort of chap, friendly and warm, open, if I may say so, to all-comers:

And, as we can see in this, the final new shot, he has a winkie which is, as far as Top Scoff's perverse standards are concerned, near-as-damnit perfect:

Couldn't you just eat him all up?

But please -- do keep looking. I think there may be more treats yet to be unearthed!

Train porn

Unstoppable is completely absurd and grippingly wonderful.

Starring Denzel Washington and Chris Pine, it's the story of a runaway train.

Like much-parodied 1970s disaster movies, there's also a trainload of unbearably cute kids in harm's way, plus a couple of innocent and rather pretty horses.

Surely the horses can't come to any harm...?

There are the now-traditional rooms full of people shouting at each other, and the corporate big-wigs are both inept and rude.

This is a film about Working Class Heroes except, obviously, the guy who screwed-up in the first place. He's just an idiot. But then, he's also very fat, so obviously he isn't a Working Class Hero: he just isn't pretty enough. Washington and Pine, who are, play uneasy colleagues, who grow to respect each other as the film progresses until, at the end, they are so close they're practically a married couple.

We don't care, because the only thing concerning us is the momentum of the runaway train, and the destruction it threatens to wreak on our two heroes' interestingly dysfunctional families (Pine's character is presented to us as if his only fault is that he loves his wife just too much...).

It's gripping and thrilling and enormous fun, especially if you have even a vague enthusiasm for trains (I am assuming you do: I mean, what on earth are you doing on this blog if you don't like trains?).

Chris Pine made the recent Star Trek reboot sing. Even though his forehead is way too big, he looked mighty fine in tighty-whities (something he very briefly shows us again, in this film. He is clearly not a boxers man):

Denzel is Denzel, reprising his role from The Taking of Pelham 1-2-3, a film which was much-derided when I reviewed it on here. But Unstoppable is unbeatable fun.

PS: In case you were wondering, this film is, bizarrely, apparently based (albeit loosely) on true-ish events. In 2001 a General Motors SD40, number 8888, belonging to CSX Transportation, with more than 40 wagons careered driverless for two hours through the state of Ohio at speeds of up to 45mph.

The runaway train was ultimately stopped by another locomotive coupling onto the rear, which slowed it enough for a waiting driver to leap on and bring it to a halt.

A Google search for "CSX 8888" will tell you more than you probably want to know. Somehow, the (albeit distant) relationship to reality makes Unstoppable seem even more enjoyable.

Keep smiling

That's just fabulous!

An eagle-eyed reader spotted Smiley-Face Man in another photo and, clearly being a hugely generous chap, sent it in to me, so that I could share it with you.

Magnificent! As indeed is Smiley-Face Man's friend (perhaps that is why Smiley-Face Man is smiling, that he has a friend such as this...?).

And now your task is to find me more. Or a larger version of this same image (I want to blow it up, for obvious reasons) -- I suspect it may be buried somewhere on flickr. Help me! You know you want to.

Tom's cobblies

At least one of the readers of this blog is both a photographer and extremely generous. He has kindly donated a set of images of Tom:

This is, I'm pleased to say, a Top Scoff World Exclusive TM, not available anywhere else (er, obviously).

We know very little about Tom. He is, apparently, in his mid-20s, and fancied having a go at nude modelling.

Tom has an utterly wonderful winkie.

In fact, Tom has lots of wonderful features.

Although I am so bedazzled by his winkie that I am struggling to take them all in.

I'm particularly pleased by the absence of gratuitous manscaping and shaving. Tom is very real and natural.

I'm also particularly pleased that Top Scoff has such generous readers -- so my thanks, again, to the photographer.

M&GN

Three exquisite (but relatively small) images from the dying days of the old Midland & Great Northern Railway, in North Norfolk.

These were taken in summer 1957, less than two years before the end, near the tiny Broadland village of Potter Heigham.

The first two show a Class D16 -- a "Claud Hamilton" built by the old Great Eastern Railway -- hauling a holiday passenger special over the bridge at Potter Heigham.

The final image shows one of the then-modern Ivatt 4MTs that became the dominant motive power on the M&GN, again with a passenger train.

For me there's something wistful and melancholic about these delightful amateur images, souvenirs from a summer holiday. Long before my time, of course, but they seem to provide such a strong connection.

The Reveal

I have said it before and I'll say it again -- the slow reveal is verrry sexy:

Which is why it mystifies me that so many porn films cut from a quick, fully-clothed meeting to vigorous naked arse-pumping, with no seductive undressing in between.

The lovely model in this sequence is doing it right.

You don't want to give too much away too soon.

And this boy has a lot to give.

When the excited tumescence is finally revealed in all its glory, we are thrilled and excited too.

We are ready to share his wondrous goodies, the treasures he has so carefully unwrapped for our viewing pleasure.

You don't think I'm reading too much into this, do you?