Some great suggestions from My Float, Nutmeg and Meggie about Where Are They Now theme (although, Nutmeg, I may need a little help striking the proper 'tone' for a groupie approach to taking on all the members of Duran Duran - let's work on it) and trust me, they will emerge in games of the future.
Today, thanks to the Gorgeous Boy contracting some vile vomit/fever/rash virus and spending the night with me last night, we're going for the sort of simple version of Where Are They Now that even a Mother of Very Little Brain and Even Less Sleep can manage.
So simple, in fact, that I cannot understand why it hasn't occurred to me before.
Without further ado, I give to you:
...the story, of a lovely lady, who was bringing up three very lovely girls,
All of them had hair of gold, like their mother, the youngest one in curls.
And the story, of a man named Brady, who was busy with three boys of his own,
They were four men, living all together, yet they were all alone.
Three boys, three girls - how could I possibly have missed Rootin' Shootin' and Marryin' the BRADY BUNCH!
Gosh, aren't they cute?
But it would be just pedophile-icky to go trawling through these precious faces for your cliff, shag, marry choices - wouldn't it?
So let's look a little further down the time line.
Here we have Greg, aka, Barry Williams. Occasional movie producer and generally, as one of his websites calls him, just a Nice Guy. The mo, though, has to go.
Then we have Marcia (Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!) or Maureen McCormick. In adulthood she focused on her music and her one daughter, Natalie. Let's face it, she still has the best hair.
Oh Peter. Oh how I loved thee through the tv screen. Greg might have finally won the keys to the car, but you Peter, you always had the key to my heart. Mmmm. There were much nicer adult photos of Peter aka Christopher Knight, but they all featured his beautiful wife and I'm buggered if I'm going to let THAT BITCH on my blog. (It's not too late Peter, I still have a potential future vacancy for third husband!)
Then Jan. Oh Dear. Middle age has not been kind to the Middle Child, Eve Plumb. She is pictured here in a local newspaper article promoting a local gallery featuring her, well, very local looking art. How right she was to cry:Marcia, Marcia, Marcia! She still can't compete.
Pause a moment here and look back up at the top picture at little Bobby and Cindy Brady. Couldn't you just eat 'em up? Her curls! His freckles! Her lisp! His bold delight in frogs!
Who'd have pictured them like this? Bobby (Michael Lookinland) arrested for drink-driving and bad hair, and Cindy (Susan Olsen) still trading on her child-star role in her new work as the spokeswoman for Migraine America - now isn't THAT the glamour charity?
My hot, rashy, spewy boy just came back from his second trip to the doc so I have to go. Click on these pics to make them bigger if you need close-ups to make your decisions.
Go forth: fornicate, eliminate, marry-nate.