It's my birthday. I'm 58. Please see above.
Not really, I want nothing but light and love for all of you who read this. Everyone else can take their chances.
In Italian crime thriller Killer Versus Killers (1985), hard-bitten hired assassin Henry Silva's weapon of choice is a rocket propelled grenade launcher. No hastily substituted mannequin is safe, no matter how nattily dressed.
From Planet Of The Female Invaders (1966), a Mexican film in which stunningly beautiful space women come to Earth to kidnap some fat, jug-eared blokes in order to further the plan to quit their own planet, which is bathed in burning daylight all the time. None of it makes much sense, but it's hugely entertaining, which is very much a win, or la victoria, as they say en Espanol.
A couple of collages from the archive, originally created for the front and back cover of an album I made called 'ASMR' which I ultimately realised was just a load of formless noise and so was abandoned before anyone else could hear it and come to the same conclusion.
