The mind boggles at anyone wanting to buy a calendar of a topless man of 75, or at any age for that matter and certainly not of Cliff Richard, I don't dislike him or anything, even when he was prone to flail around like a windmill under the guise of dancing, and not even when he recorded that "Mistletoe and Wine" shite wintery song my son's class were forced to sing at Christmas
I hold none of that against him. He just isn't my cup of tea, maybe Brad Pitt in his "Thelma and Louise" days looked the business shirtless. I still wouldn't buy a calendar of any beefcake like specimen. I'm happy with cats thank you very much. I particularly like it when they're doing yoga, a friend bought me such a calendar one year and it proved a wonderful inspiration with my own yoga endeavours, although I still can't get my leg up behind my ear in that effortless feline way 