Sweet intoxication and alluring temptation awaits at The Rovers Return as i once again fix my hungry gaze upon the shapely form of gaudy Liz McDonald, the voluptuous and flame-haired strumpet that never says no nor ever leaves a man disappointed.
The woman may be an absolute trollop and lifelong maneater, tottering through life in micro skirts, high heels and daringly low-cut tops but she is also irresistibly attractive and sexy in a manner which younger women could simply never aspire to.
Liz is a British icon, a beacon of comfort for the man who seeks womanly warmth, blazing passion and uncomplicated fun, the very model of what a good pub landlady ought to be as she dispenses her passion liberally amongst the frequenters of her wonderful establishment.
What you see is what you get with Liz, caring little for subtlety as those handsome and most wenchly assets remain displayed in such a forthright and open fashion as to prove utterly overpowering to the senses of the quiet connoisseur and ardent admirer alike.
The envious may talk of mutton dressed as lamb and tally the miles on her clock whilst wondering exactly how many times she's been around the block but the stark fact remains that although Liz is indeed no longer a young maiden, she retains the mystic power over men that holds their eye, draws them close and makes them murmer, I Would in no uncertain terms.
© Sean Barrett - Oct 2009