The hot news from Hollywoodland, according to unmanned sources (?) appears to be that Jamie Lee Curtis's breasts are more or less as firm and malleable as they were when she first exposed them, in the Eddie Murphy comedy vehicle, Trading Places with Dan Aykroyd, out of Ghostbusters and the Blues Brothers.
Sources say that Ms Curtis, who for some inexplicable reason pretended to be Swedish in Trading Places, complete with cornball accent, has regularly exercised her splendid array of breastiture, ever since the Eddie Murphy days.
It seems a long time since Jamie Lee played the naive survivalist type, Laurie Strode, in John Carpenter's Halloween, where her spectacularly alluring top set were skilfully disguised by a creative wardrobe department. With the aid of some tightly wrapped bandages.
And the fine cuddly bumps, as depicted in A Fish Called Wanda, are according to sources, still standing firm. Which according to another source, is more than can be said for John Cheese, her co-star. (Yes, that's Basil Fawlty's real name. Not Cleese, Cheese. He thought Cheese was too silly, apparently, so he changed it to Cleese. The Lord only knows why.)
Anyway, here at SEN we digress. As our top staffer Buffty Ginslinger reported just before he collapsed in a drunken, mewling heap:
"Fucking hell chaps! That Jamie Lee Curtis still has an absolutely glorious pair of top bollocks on her!"
As opposed to the spaniel's ears which some ex-sex-symbols apparently continue to sport. No names - no pack drill.
You got it, flaunt it.
That's what we here at SEN say.
Fuck the rest of 'em!
More as we get it.
