“Lance, why do You Write so much about Women?” “I write what I know.” First Rule of Writing: Write What You Know.

Catherine Zeta-Jones: Welsh Witch Who Stole My Heart (With a bit of Stevie on the side)

Or, I gots “Cat-Scratch-Catherine-Fever”

You decide.

I have been recently chastised for writing too much about women.

Well, fuck me!

What would you have me write about?

I am a Red-Blooded Texan-American Male who still has a pulse.

This is not abnormal behavior from such a man.

Well-documented how much I love/respect/admire/lust after women I find interesting/strong/sexy/attractive…

Need I go on?


Well, thank you then.

Let’s get on with the show.


First time I ever saw her was in the movie “Entrapment”

Well, she surely ‘entrapped’ me and stole my heart.

(and some other parts of my anatomy—But I will spare you the details on that—suffice to say, I watched her in that movie five times in a row. All in one day)

And ever since, when I want to look / listen / drool / I revisit her.

And thanks to the magic of our age, our  wonderful internet age, I can satisfy my needs.

Ain’t much into porn, but I sure as shit am into women that I admire and if they are really beautiful… and smart…and talented…. and foreign… Welsh, Brit, French, Italian, Israeli, Kenyan, Oklahoma-en…

OK, not Okie—been there—done that—married that. Divorced that.

(Which was the worst mistake I ever made. Monumental fuck up on my part.)

Read more about it here. If’n ya wanna:

Screw it.

Moving on…

I am desperately trying to build a respectful tribute post to Catherine by showing you some stolen clips from the internet.

Thank you

Watch and then drive through.


“Sexy” as a word fails here.

There are no adequate words to describe this….

Entrap Me Baby!

Welsh Witch

Stevie Nicks

“Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn’t you love to love her?
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover?”


“All your life you’ve never seen
A woman taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win?
Will you ever win?”


“Your life knows no answer”

“Dreams unwind
Love’s a state of mind”

Stevie, I love your hair.

A man could get lost in there.

Never to be seen again.

For those who like to ‘read more about it’:

Catherine Zeta-Jones was born September 25, 1969 in Swansea, Wales (and raised in the nearby town of Mumbles), the only daughter of Patricia (nee Fair) and David James “Dai” Jones, who formerly owned a sweet factory. She attended Dumbarton House School (Swansea). Her father (the son of Bertram (1912-1970) and Zeta Davies Jones (1917-2008)) is of Welsh descent and her mother (the daughter of William (1921-2000) and Catherine O’Callaghan Fair (1920-2001) ) is of English, Irish, and Welsh ancestry. Her brothers are David Jones (born 1967), a development executive, and Lyndon Jones (born 1972), who works at her production company. Her birth name was simply Catherine Jones, but she added her paternal grandmother’s name (“Zeta”) so as to stand out from the many other young women with the exact same name.


And Yes.

I have seen this one.

And I have read the book it was based upon:

And here is a fun fact:

Late one night…. dark and stormy—Some high school friends and I were stuck at a railroad crossing. There was a storm. It was fucking dark. I had a paperback copy of the book in my hip pocket. I pulled it out and using a BIC cig lighter, read from it to my friends. Just to pass the time as the train took it’s sweet time to get the fuck out of our way…

Scared the shit out of my friends.

(They were not familiar with the story)

I really enjoyed that moment and was sad when the train finished going by…. I had not even gotten to the ‘good’ part yet.

And I have seen the original movie…




But this ain’t about that.

That belongs in one of my ‘Film Posts”

She ‘Haunts’ My Feeble Mind:

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Catherine Fever!

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