Hey, Elisabeth, you naughty old thing you. Helen Mirren is RENOWNED for taking her clothes off.....

ROFLMAO She looks damned good for her age, though. Watch 'Calendar Girls', if for no other reason than it's a delightful film with some really fine acting and a wonderful script.
Marie (Geraldine James): 'The next item on the agenda is the calendar. Last year, we had views of local bridges, so this year, I thought we could go for the twelve most beautiful views of...'
Chris (Helen Mirren): (mutters)'...George Clooney.'
Marie (Geraldine James): '...the churches of Wharfedale.'
Chris (Helen Mirren): (mutters) 'Eleven fully-clothed and a little "lift the flap" for December.'
Chris (Helen Mirren): 'If more people did WI, there'd be half the need for hallucinogenic drugs.'
Celia (Celia Imrie): 'Oh, get bloody Botticelli in here!'
Husband to wife: 'You're nude in The Telegraph, dear. Can you pass the bacon?'
Ruth (Penelope Wilton): 'Right, everyone. Has everyone got a ticket?'
All: 'Yes.'
Ruth (Penelope Wilton): 'A passport?'
All: 'Yes.'
Ruth (Penelope Wilton): 'A lying snake for a husband?
(everyone looks shocked) No? Only me there, then. Let's go. Come on.'
Rod (Ciáran Hinds): 'They're not charging him.'
Annie (Julie Walters): 'Why? Is it not illegal, then?'
Rod (Ciáran Hinds): 'Well, cannabis is, but they tend not to worry too much about oregano.'
Chris (Helen Mirren): 'The only thing that'd be dangerous in is a quiche.'
Chris (Helen Mirren): 'How's Jem?'
Rod (Ciáran Hinds): 'He made a quiche on Tuesday. We've been stoned ever since.'
Chris (Helen Mirren), before the National Convention of the Women's Institute: 'I'm about to commit heresy. Look, I hate plum jam. (laughter from the convention) I only joined the WI to make my mother happy. I do, I hate plum jam. I'm crap at cakes, I can't make sponge. In fact, seeing as it's unlikely that George Clooney would actually come to Skipton to do a talk on what it was like to be in "ER", there seems very little reason for me to actually stay in the WI. Except suddenly... suddenly, I want to raise money in memory of a man I loved, and to do that I'm prepared to take me clothes off for a WI calendar, and if you can't give us ten minutes of your time, Madam Chairman, well then, frankly, guys, I'm going to do it without council approval. Because there are some things that are more important than council approval. And if it means that we get closer to killing off this shitty, cheating, sly, conniving bloody disease that cancer is, oh God, I tell you, I'd run round Skipton market naked, smeared in plum jam, wearing nothing but a knitted tea cosy on me head and singing "Jerusalem". (convention cracks up laughing)'
Also, I love what John has to say about sunflowers...
'The flowers of Yorkshire are like the women of Yorkshire. Every stage of their growth has its own beauty, but the last phase is always the most glorious. Then, very quickly, they all go to seed. (laughter from the WI ladies) Which makes it ironic my favourite flower isn't even indigenous to the British Isles, let alone Yorkshire. I don't think there's anything on this planet that more trumpets life that the sunflower. For me, that's because of the reason behind its name. Not because it looks like the sun, but because it follows the sun. During the course of the day, the head tracks the journey of the sun across the sky. A satellite dish for sunshine. Wherever light is, no matter how weak, these flowers will find it. And that's such an admirable thing. And such a lesson in life.'
So now that I've completely digressed, this post is over. lol Back to topic...
Regards,
Arianwen