Fly the friendly skies, Comrade!
Yes, it's the lovely ladies of Aeroflot, apparently putting on a spontaneous production of Hello, Trolley Dolly! in what looks like - in an oddly appropriate way - the emptied set of Are You Being Served?.
Of all the disconcerting things about this little gem, the thing I can't get past is their hair - it's so totally processed, so utterly uniform - and yet it looks as if it might actually be their hair. What kind of diabolical thermo-chemical wizardry, do you suppose, was involved? Reels the mind.
Now that we're over that, how's your weekend going? Quiet times here, after a really rather appalling week. The dogs and I are being as lazy as humanly possible on what's turned out to be a lovely spring weekend, although if I don't get some cleaning done today I shan't be able to look the Mister in the face when he finally returns this week.
Confidential to Mr. Muscato: Get on that plane, stat. We're out of soup, the dogs need more walking than one person can possibly provide, and I'm running out of old What's My Line? episodes with which to fill the lonesome evenings...