First off, I don't think there's anything sexier than a woman in her twilight reflecting on everything she's seen and done in life and smiling about the whole bloody mess. Nor do I think there's anything more mysterious than a lone woman sitting in a dark movie theatre watching bizarre body modification/plastic surgery/torture(?) films. And I don't think there's anything much more poignant than this Sneaker Pimps song. That said, yes, that really is Honor Blackman accessorizing in a way our generation will never be able to pull off if we tried, and lip-syncing to Chris Corner's painfully revealing anthem to celebrity. "Loretta Young Silks" by The Sneaker Pimps:
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