Sunday, 30 September 2012

Well it's plain to see you were meant for me



The glam icon that was Marc Bolan would have been 65 years old today. This month it was also 35 years since the singer was killed in that infamous car crash, just two weeks before his 30th birthday.

At the recent star-studded tribute concert to Mr Bolan in London - at which such luminaries as Noddy Holder, Glen Matlock, Sandie Shaw, Lyndsey De Paul, Alvin Stardust, Steve Harley, Linda Lewis and Boy George all performed - none other than namesake Marc Almond did this rather fab version of Till Dawn with the tribute act T-Rextasy:


But there is only one Marc Bolan, and here is possibly my favourite tune of his - 20th Century Boy:


Oow
Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good
Ev'rybody says it's just like Rock and Roll
I move like a cat, charge like a ram
Sting like a bee, babe I wanna be your man
Well it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your boy, your 20th century toy

Friends say it's fine, my friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like rock and roll
Fly like a plane, drive like a car
Ball like a hound, babe I wanna be your man - oh
Well it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your toy, your 20th century boy

20th century toy, I wanna be your boy
20th century toy, I wanna be your boy
20th century toy, I wanna be your boy
20th century toy, I wanna be your boy

Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good
Ev'rybody says it's just like Rock and Roll
Move like a cat, charge like a ram
Sting like a bee, babe I wanna be your man
Well it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your toy, your 20th century boy

20th century toy, I wanna be your boy
20th century toy, I wanna be your boy
20th century toy, I wanna be your toy
20th century boy, I wanna be your toy


Eternally missed...

Marc Bolan official fansite

The most expensive obscurity



RIP Frank Wilson, soul music producer, who died on Friday. Who? You may ask...

Mr Wilson would have been admired for his sterling work in the music industry - but little else - had it not been for the fact he recorded one of the rarest popular music tracks of all time.

The story of how the man's recording of his own song for Motown back in the 60s eventually led this obscure and deleted pressing to be the most expensive 7" single ever is indeed a fascinating one.

Read the story on Soul Source.

Largely revived from obscurity by the fanatics of the Northern Soul scene in the UK in the 1970s, a copy of Frank Wilson's under-rated original sold in 2009 for more than £25,000!

Here is that very song, Do I love You? (Indeed I Do):



Oh, and by the way - Frank Wilson also wrote this rather more familiar classic:



RIP

Saturday, 29 September 2012

A noir survivor





A rare survivor of the classic film noir era, the beautiful Lizabeth Scott - understudy to Tallulah Bankhead, one-time rival to Veronica Lake, star of hundreds of movies alongside the likes of Robert Mitchum, Burt Lancaster, Charlton Heston, Robert Ryan, Dick Powell, Barbara Stanwyck, Van Heflin, Kirk Douglas, Elvis Presley and Michael Caine, and quite possibly a lady lesbian (she was "outed" by scandal-rag Confidential in the 40s, and indeed she never married) - is 90 years old today.

She also sang! Admittedly, in the final cut of Either It's Love or It Isn't from the 1947 movie Dead Reckoning her voice was dubbed by Trudy Stevens, but that practise was very common in films then:



However she did release an album (Lizabeth, 1957) that proved she was actually a great vocalist:



Many happy returns!

Lizabeth Scott on Wikipedia

Lizabeth Scott's comments on modern style icons

Friday, 28 September 2012

There you were, I was blinded



It's been a stressful, tiring week - not just work, but the change in the seasons and the weather always gets me down.

But it is indeed the end of the week, we have drinkies to celebrate the birthday of my sister's fiance "The History Boy" tonight, and a sunny, blustery weekend to plan...

So let's have something ultra-cool to start this weekend off nicely - all hair beads, primary colours and wet-look shirts, it's Narada Michael Walden and I Shoulda Loved Ya. Thank Disco It's Friday!



Have a great weekend!

Thursday, 27 September 2012

Is there anybody there?



From Swagger New York:
"Consider us new fans of, yes, Myspace. The social network made a major splash this week, introducing a sleek and sexy new redesign in a video that hit the web yesterday, and we are sold, sold, sold! The site, known for giving bands huge exposure nearly a decade ago, has been trying for years to take on the likes of Facebook and Twitter. Just this year, it even leveraged a relationship with Justin Timberlake and Panasonic to bring it some sexy back. But right now – with a design that integrates social, music, news, and analytics into one – seems to be the moment for Myspace."
As any regular reader will know, the majority of the content of the five year epic that is this Give 'em the old Razzle Dazzle blog actually began life as a blog on MySpace. At the time I started in 2007, it was the place to be if you wanted an online "presence" - Facebook was still an American college network, Geocities, Tripod and AOL chatrooms were dead or decaying, and Twitter and Tumblr weren't even born. It was pretty cool for its day, allowing extensive personalisation, multi-media and a newish concept of "social networking" (the ability to add "friends" to your page who you could "follow" and could "follow" you rather than just chat).

I left there only a couple of years ago when the then Rupert-Murdoch-owned gremlins got to work on the site, destroying the layout, the flexibility and the blogging space in favour of a "FB-lite" stream of babble, and I painstakingly transferred every single blog post (one by one) to Blogger.

I never killed the old beast entirely, and occasionally popped in to see the tumbleweed blowing about. Everyone I connected with eventually deserted Myspace for pastures new (whether to F***book, or here, or just to oblivion).

But now - in the still-sexy hands of Mr Justin Trousersnake and chums - Myspace appears to have had not just a tweak or two, but a full body makeover that couldn't look more radically different if it tried.

It's out with the old:



And in with the new!









The most over-used word being bandied about in the reviews is "sexy". But I must admit it does look impressive, as picture'n'music sharing sites go! There is no sign of a blogging feature, but then I already have that. However I have signed up (of course) so I can have a play around when the New Myspace actually launches.

Take a tour:



However, the question remains - will anyone I know be there if I return?

Coo ca choo



Happy 70th birthday today to Bernard William Jewry, the creepiest of the Glam Rock idols, better known to the world as Alvin Stardust!

He really was the "Child-Catcher" of Top of the Pops (Oh sorry. That was Gary Glitter.)...



PS What a chart rundown!

Alvin Stardust

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Falling leaves drift by the window



One of the greatest of the great "easy listening" crooners ever, Mr Andy Williams is dead.

A very sad day indeed...



The autumn leaves have started to fall.

RIP

Andy Williams obituary on the BBC

You always were two steps ahead



Lordy. Miss Tracey Thorn of Everything But The Girl turns 50 years old today...

I simply adored the duo through their avant garde roots right through to this storming Todd Terry remix of their most famous hit - it's Missing (of course):



I step off the train
I'm walkin' down your street again
And past your door
But you don't live there anymore
It's years since you've been there
And now you've disappeared somewhere
Like outer space
You've found some better place

And I miss you
(Like the deserts miss the rain)
And I miss you
Oh
(Like the deserts miss the rain)

Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead
Of ev'ryone
We'd walk behind while you would run
I look up at your house
And I can almost hear you shout, down to me
Where I always used to be

And I miss you
(Like the deserts miss the rain)
And I miss you
(Like the deserts miss the rain)

Back on the train
I ask why did I come again
Can I confess
I've been hangin' 'round your old address?
And the years have proved
To offer nothin' since you moved
You're long gone
But I can't move on

And I miss you
Oh-oh (Like the deserts miss the rain)
And I miss you, yeah
(Like the deserts miss the rain) And I miss you


I am surely not the only one who considers the fact she was never seen in the same room as Nicholas Lyndhurst (Rodney Trotter)...

Tracey Thorn official website

Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Faghags, Scouse wheelchairs, handbags, fruits and Mary Queen of Scots





Ange, John-John, little Tony, Craig and I excitedly trolled off to the South Bank last night for the (very welcome indeed) return of Paul Burston's "peerless gay literary salon" Polari - truly one of the highlights of our burgeoning social calendar! It seemed everyone was there - among the packed house were Lauren Henderson/Rebecca Chance, VG Lee, DJ Connell, Alex Hopkins, Helen Smith, Joe Storey-Scott, Peter Daniels, Max Wallis, and none other than "Mr S-Express" himself, Mark Moore!





Opening proceedings in customary glamorous gangster-style, bedecked in trilby, sunglasses and the obigatory electronic cigarette, Mr P wasted no time in introducing us to the first in a glittering line-up of readers.



The rather cute pride of Yorkshire Mr Adam Lowe - variously described as "a one-man transsexual, alien, flute girl theatre of insanity" and "the Lady Gaga of literature" - read for us a series of short poems from his extensive repertoire. And very good, they were too - especially this one, Fruit:



Not to be outdone, he was followed swiftly by a most glamorous apparition, in the form of Adrian Dalton (also known as Lola Lypsinka). An astonishing individual, Mr Dalton actually began life as Katherine (apparently lesbian) before having full gender realignment to become not just a man, but a gay man who likes to dress in drag as a woman!



Sensationalism aside, Adrian is an accomplished author - and read for us a passage from his very camp first novel Inside Lindsey's Handbag, a chatty little "soap opera" about the intertwining lives of a group of friends, including the brilliantly-named "Gladys Cox-Hardt - drag queen hooker and avant garde cabaret performer"!



Fantabulosa.



Concluding the trio of readers in the first half, we had the improbably-named Jesse Blackadder. Described as a "sweeping, imaginative and original tale of political intrigue, misplaced loyalty, secret passion and implacable revenge is based on real characters and events from the reign of Mary Queen of Scots... a breathtaking epic from a bold, fresh Australian voice," her novel The Raven’s Heart - from the passage she read - seems a fascinating tale.



I'm intrigued.

Anyhow, it was time for a break and a breather before the "star turns" arrived!



How does one adequately sum up the phenomenon that is Miss Penny Arcade? Warhol acolyte, performance artist and legend of the gay underground of New York's Greenwich Village, she starred alongside Jackie Curtis in Femme Fatale and Quentin Crisp in his one-man performances, was instrumental in producing oral histories of the likes of Jayne County and beat poet Herbert Huncke, and is the star of her own revue Bitch! Dyke! Faghag! Whore! (which was on in London recently). Phew!

Ms Arcade read for us some (rather emotionally fraught at times) pieces from her anthology/autobiography Bad Reputation, focusing on the comedy and tragedy of her early life as a teenage runaway, and the horrbly sordid individuals she encountered. I shan't go into detail, but there are some real pervs out there...

We were in awe.


Photo: Krysphotos.co.uk

Here is a clip from her original - and magnificently camp - book launch (which featured surviving fellow Warhol-ites and such superstars as Debbie Harry and Deeee-lite's Lady Miss Kier...) Amazing stuff:





Our much anticipated star reader, however, was the marvellously talented Jonathan Harvey, multi-award-winning writer of such classics as Beautiful Thing (the play and the film), as well as the Pet Shop Boys musical Closer to Heaven and Corrie! The Musical. He also created sitcom Gimme Gimme Gimme for friend Kathy Burke, wrote the screenplay for one of our favourite TV programmes Beautiful People and has been on the Coronation Street writing team since 2004.

His debut novel All She Wants is basically the story (told in the first person) of Jodie, the "girl next door" who manages to get away from her suffocating life in Liverpool as a shelf-stacker in the local supermarket "Sandalan" to make it big on telly, and her adventures en route. In the chapter he read, we get to meet our protagonist's friends Hayls and Debs, and later on Jodie's hunky boyf Greg, her family and her errant gay brother ‘Our Joey’ who has just been arrested in flagrante delecto at the local "beauty spot". But this passage alone was enough to have the audience in stitches - you have to imagine it being read in the thickest, roughest Scouse accent:
Greg's cousin, who Hayls copped off with at the barn dance, was called Lotan O'Grady. He'd claimed to have ended up in a wheelchair after playing on the railway lines as a kid and getting himself electrocuted. Whereas most of us thought that made him a bit of a knob, Hayls thought he was some kind of hero, or the victim of a huge miscarriage of justice. After a few Lambrinis she had even been known to moot the idea of a conspiracy theory about the railway bosses using him to make an example of what happens when children break the rules and go against the state. God love Hayls, ever the political animal, if a slightly misguided one.

Then one day his mum had told Hayls that Lotan had always been in a wheelchair, so she dumped him because he'd lied to her.

"He can't always have been in a wheelchair, " I said, while Hayls cried on my shoulder in the stock lift.

"He has. His Ma said," she spluttered between breaks in the tears.

"Well, he can't have come out of the womb in one," I pointed out, which mollified her.

"But why did he lie to me?" she asked.

"I dunno," I said with a shrug.

"Maybe," said Debs, "he was just trying to sound more interesting."

"Oh yes." I ran with this. "Like that time you told everyone your aunty was Wincey Willis."

Hayls blushed, though it was hard to tell under all that fake tan.

A week later they were back together. Hayls was very quick to inform everyone that Lotan hadn't lied through choice, but that society had forced him to lie. None of us minded as Lotan was basically a decent guy.

Hayls thought he was the bee's knees and fussed over him like he was a new born baby, treating the wheelchair like an oversized pram. She was forever lifting him out of it onto your couch, then folding it up with two sharp slaps and a kick and moaning about the lack of wheelchair access - even at Sandalan. Honestly, she couldn't even pop round without answering the first "How are you?" with "Well, Jodie. I'm fine. But what I'm thinking about is... how would Lotan have made it up them stairs?" It was enough to drive you mad. We lived in a dormer bungalow, for God's sake! There was one step up from the drive to the front door, and she made it sound like we lived at the top of the Thirty-Nine Steps.
He was a hoot! We laughed till the tears ran down our faces...





On that high note, it was almost time to draw a close to proceedings, but Paul had one more very special announcement to make - and introduced one of the judging panel Suzi Feay to announce the shortlist for The Polari First Book Prize 2012! The contenders are:
  • The Frost Fairs by John McCullough (Salt)
  • Ey Up and Away by Vicky Ryder (Wandering Star Press)
  • Becoming Nancy by Terry Ronald (Transworld)
  • Exit Through The Wound by North Morgan (Limehouse Books)
  • Modern Love by Max Wallis (Flap)
The winner (of a grand prize of £1000, courtesy of Square Peg Media), will be announced in "glitz and glamour at Polari's fifth birthday bash on 26th November", apparently.





This was a triumphal return, a fantastic evening - and one we'll remember for a long time!

Roll on the next outing for Polari on Monday 29 October 2012, with Jake Arnott, Marco Mancassola, Stella Duffy, Rebecca Chance, Andie Davidson and Charlie Bauer.

Monday, 24 September 2012

Some life cleaner than this



It's wet, it's autumn and it's Monday. Three things to make everyone miserable.

So, to cheer ourselves up on this Tacky Music Monday before another soul-destroying week in the office, what better than a tryptych of razzle-dazzle numbers - Hey Big Spender, There's Gotta Be Something Better Than This [so true!] and If They Could See Me Now - by those fabulous hoofers Miss Juliet Prowse (who would have been 76 years old tomorrow; RIP) and Miss Chita Rivera?!



As ever, enjoy!

Sunday, 23 September 2012

Teeth, lurex and a parrot



It's the birthday today of the man with the whitest teeth in showbiz, Señor Julio Iglesias!

To celebrate, let us revisit one of my favourite show opening sequences, ever!



As I have have said before, imagine what the rest of the show would be like...

Julio Iglesias offical site

Friday, 21 September 2012

"Funny as a cow's crotch"



And so farewell, then, Michael Hurll - producer of such top-rated television shows as The Two Ronnies, the Eurovision Song Contest and The Royal Variety Show - and the man most credited with making the ailing Top of the Pops a renewed success in the day-glo, neon-lit 1980s.

He was ostensibly a quiet, modest, bespectacled figure but by all accounts ruled with a rod of iron.

He was also a complete bitch, never afraid to voice his opinions on the myriad famous people with whom he worked:
  • Charlie Drake: "a horrible, horrible man".
  • Bob Hope: "the nastiest man I’ve ever worked with".
  • Jerry Lewis: "a nasty piece of work".
  • Mike Yarwood: "an alcoholic; very sad"
  • Rod Hull (of Emu fame): "a dirty bastard; the most miserable, nastiest man you ever met".
  • Cannon and Ball: "as funny as a cow's crotch".
  • Johnny Vegas: "nah"



The world of light entertainment owes this man a big debt.

RIP

Michael Hurll obituary in The Guardian

What you waiting for?



It's the weekend. We're happy!

Why not don your most outlandish chiffon-beads'n'marabou number, frizz your wig to within an inch of its life, and party along with Rochelle, Debra and Janice - aka Stargard?

What You Waiting For, indeed?



Thank Disco It's Friday!

Thursday, 20 September 2012

Musiquery



It has been a real "desert" as far as new music is concerned lately! Now we are past the "silly season", at least the new releases are indeed starting to arrive in a trickle, but even so, not a great selection unfortunately.

For example, I would love to celebrate the return of the newly out-gay Mika, but I really don't like his new song The Origin of Love. Pink? Nah. Alanis Morissette? Puh-lease... George Michael? Not a chance. The Noisettes? I don't think so. Anything destined to actually hit the charts these days (hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop)? - never!

Pet Shop Boys' newst song is the rather dreamy Leaving, another track from their new album Elysium. Back to the "bedsit music" of their heyday, methinks...



Raising the jollity level a bit, here are the stars of the "daylight segment" of the recent Proms in the Park, the lovely Gypsy Queens and Americano:



This week we see the very welcome return of No Doubt, with a new single (and a new album Push And Shove coming up at the end of the month). It's pleasant enough, it's Settle Down:



Another occasionally interesting artist with a new single out this week is Ladyhawke, pop-psychedelic revivalist-a-go-go. So get yer kaftans on - "Nananananana!", it's Blue Eyes:



Typically intriguing, classic electro-experimentalists The Presets have a most unusual (almost Red Indian-sounding) single out, Ghosts, with an equally moody video...



To end on a high note, here's a rather fabulous choon for your delectation (and pick of the bunch!). Taking us right back to the mid-80s PWL sound with this remix from Pete Hammond, it's the new one from the faboo Parralox, Sharper Than A Knife:



As always, enjoy! (And let me know what you think...)

Wednesday, 19 September 2012

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!



Shiver me timbers! It's International "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!!!

Ahoy, landlubbers! Splice yer mainbraces, ye wretched scrofulous whoreson bilge-rats - and sing along!





Avast behind!

If you'd like to join in, here's a handy English-to-Pirate translator.

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

No talking, just looking



It's another scary milestone today - for none other than Joanne Catherall (the dark-haired half of the two Human League girls) is 50 years old!

Now that makes me feel old...

This song seems like it was only yesterday! But seriously, folks - from 1981, it's my favourite of (the post-split) Human League songs, the wonderful Love Action (I Believe In Love):


When you're in love
You know you're in love
No matter what you try to do
You might as well resign yourself
To what you're going through
If you're a hard man or if you're a child
It still might get to you
Don't kid yourself you've seen it all before
A million mouths have said that too

I've had my hard times in the past
I've been a husband and a lover too
I've lain alone and cried at night
Over what love made me do
And the loved ones who let me down
And couldn't share my point of view
But this is Phil talking
I want to tell you
What I've found to be true

I love your love action
Lust's just a distraction
No talking, just looking
Watching your love action

I believe, I believe what the old man said
Though I know that there's no lord above
I believe in me, I believe in you
And you know I believe in love
I believe in truth though I lie a lot
I feel the pain from the push and shove
No matter what you put me through
I'll still believe in love
And I say

I love your love action
Lust's just a distraction
No talking, just looking
Watching your love action


Joanne Catherall on Wikipedia

Monday, 17 September 2012

L'Shana Tova

I am reminded that today it is Rosh Hashanah, aka Jewish New Year.

What better way to send our greetings to our Jewish chums than with one of Israel's finest performers (and eternal house favourite here at Dolores Delargo Towers), Mr Uriel Yekutiel?

On this Tacky Music Monday, let us ease ourselves into the awfulness that is another week in work by rehearsing some faboo dance moves with Uri:

Part 1:


Part 2:


Part 3:


Fantabulosa - I expect to see you move-perfect by the end of the day!

Uriel Yekutiel official website

Sunday, 16 September 2012

How do you describe a legend?



It's Miss Lauren Bacall's 88th birthday today!

The lady herself prefers not to be called a "legend", despite the fact that the term seems to have been coined for her. For how else do you describe one of the greatest survivors of that Golden Era of Hollywood?

I have featured some of Miss Bacall's shining moments before - notably here, and I have no doubt featured this clip before.

However, some things are just too fantabulosa not to have a repeat airing, so here is the lady herself camping it up in "the gay bar scene" from Applause (the musical adaptation of All About Eve) - enjoy!




Miss Bacall is our latest exhibit in the Dolores Delargo Towers Museum of Camp...

Saturday, 15 September 2012

Life is quite absurd, and death's the final word



I joined hundreds of supporters of the Campaign for a Secular Europe campaign march through central London and rally today, and it was certainly an impressive day.



Many and varied were the speakers - including Peter Tatchell, Adam Knowles (Gay And Lesbian Humanist Association), Sue Cox (Survivors Voice Europe), Antony Lempert (Secular Medical Forum), Professor Richard J. Norman (University of Kent), Nahla Mahmood (Council of ex-Muslims of Britain) and Terry Sanderson, President of the National Secular Society. Here is his speech in full:
If you've seen the newspapers this morning or the TV news, you won't need me to make the case for secularism.

I have to admit, though, that neither secularism nor anything else could have controlled the insanity that has swept the Middle East and beyond over the past few days. There is religious madness involved, but also religious manipulation. This is as much about power-seeking as it is about offence at a film.

These Islam-dominated nations have a long way to go before secularism even becomes a remote possibility, but in Europe we are ready.

The people – when they are asked – say that they don't want religion to interfere in politics. They don't want priests in parliament. They don't want the pope's vision of the world. And yet politicians of all hues still indulge the would-be theocrats.

The Vatican is accorded ridiculous influence in the institutions of the European Union. There is no justification for this. But whenever an issue arise of what they see as "conscience" and we would regard as of human rights, their voice prevails above everyone else's.

We in Europe are ready and prepared for gay marriage. Many nations already have it and the terminal consequences that the Vatican and the Church of England predict did not come to pass.

A woman's right to abortion is secure almost everywhere in Europe – except in those nations still dominated by the Catholic Church.

In stem cell research, in the right to unfettered access to contraception, in the matter of choosing our own moment to die – in all these issues the churches seek to impose their doctrines by law on not just their congregations, but on everyone.

It is time now for politicians to lose their fear of religious leaders, to accept that they can't corral their followers into a voting bloc, and to give the people what they want - a peaceful, tolerant and progressive society.

We will never have such a society while politically-motivated religious bodies are permitted to call the shots.

Secularism is the answer. Of course religion and religious believers have a place in a democratic society, but that place must not be more privileged than anyone else's.

Secularism can underpin democracy to bring fairness and justice to everyone, without fear or favour. Make sure you take every opportunity to make that case.
An important message, and one I am proud to support.

We also had some musical entertainment, and among the sing-a-long songs was this gem:



Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best...

And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...

If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.

And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...

For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.

So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath

Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.

And always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the right side of life...
(Come on guys, cheer up!)
Always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the bright side of life...
(Worse things happen at sea, you know.)
Always look on the bright side of life...
(I mean - what have you got to lose?)
(You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.
What have you lost? Nothing!)
Always look on the right side of life...


Secular Europe Campaign

Totty of the Day







Many happy returns today to Mr Ben Cohen CBE, straight stalwart supporter of gay rights and men's health campaigning, founder of his own anti-gay-bullying charity and all-round gorgeous hunk of the first order!

Ben Cohen Stand Up Foundation

PS Met him, you know... (Swoon!)

Friday, 14 September 2012

I've seen your smile in a thousand dreams



Live and Let Die? Best Bond theme? No way...

It's good, but not the best. It just goes to show what a mockery these "opinion polls" really are. The whole thing really is all about the ones the voters actually remember, more than anything else.

I do love more than just these (such as Carly, Gladys, Sheena, Duran Duran), but here are the five best Bond songs (in no particular order), in my opinion:

Moonraker (1978) - Shirley Bassey:

From Russia With Love (1963) - Matt Monro:

Diamonds Are Forever (1971) - Shirley Bassey:

The World Is Not Enough (1999) - Garbage:


Goldfinger (1964) - Shirley Bassey:

I am sure you'll all disagree...

People know the part I'm playing



At last, another weekend is almost upon us, and it's time to let our hair down once again.

It was also Randy Jones' ("The Cowboy") 60th birthday yesterday, so what better way to kick off the weekend than with a bit of high campery in the company of the Village People?!

Just a Gigolo? You don't fool us, boys..!



Thank Disco It's Friday!

Thursday, 13 September 2012

Satisfied customers








[courtesy of regretsy.com]