Tuesday, 27 September 2016

Mass debating


America's presidential candidates have clashed on live television – but who won the debate?

Clinton defended deleting 33,000 personal emails including Wowcher deals that no sane person could ignore.

Trump is insane.

Clinton denied that her hair is looking increasingly similar to Trump’s and that they will eventually become a celebrity couple known as Trumcli.

Trump is insane.

Clinton
rebutted attacks on her physical stamina by asserting that she now drinks Horlicks every night and has the malt levels of a 22-year-old.

Trump is insane.

Clinton is not Trump. Trump is insane.

Trump See above.
The Daily Mash

Of course.

Monday, 26 September 2016

She shows them pearly white



You'd hardly guess that we have booked our annual pilgrimage to Spain in February - as on this Tacky Music Monday, we're making another virtual jaunt to the delights of Iberia...

Señorita Barbara Rey is another in a long line of "new" (to us) wannabee-divas whose discovery has brought a bit of joy to us here at Dolores Delargo Towers. She seemed to specialise in spectacular feathered showgirl spectaculars, largely miming to other people's songs, as far as I can gather.

However, on this Tacky Music Monday, I've found a rare treat - the lady herself singing. With the obligatory safety gays and spangled costume, what more could we ask for to cheer us on our way to work on this only-just-light morning that a Spanish version of Mack the Knife?!



Fabuloso!

Sunday, 25 September 2016

Le temps passe et court


Morning Glory (Ipomoea tricolor) 'Heavenly Blue' brightens up the gardens at Dolores Delargo Towers, regardless.

With the days getting noticeably ever more autumnal (the sun is so much lower in the sky that we don't get any sunshine in the garden after about 4pm, and it's dark about seven), it feels as if this weekend has just rocketed away...

I think we deserve a little some "Sunday Music" to help us unwind, courtesy of Django Reinhart and his Quintett du Hot Club de France and J'Attendrai Swing:



C'est magnifique!

Saturday, 24 September 2016

Saturday night

Friday, 23 September 2016

Milestones and boy-bands


"Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us."
- Oscar Wilde

"I just wanna dance, I just wanna fucking dance!"
- Jerry Springer the Opera
Twenty years? Where do they go? Two decades is a long, long time, but some things you never forget.

For it was on this day in 1996 that my Garry died.

As always - but particularly on such a milestone - I raise a glass to "absent friends".

But, to quote another great diva, let's go on with the show..!

At the end of any working week, I am always in the mood for a party - and, knowing I was about to play one of his fave boy-bands Seventh Avenue, so would Garry be, no doubt.

So to get things started on a suitably boppy note, here's their first hit Love's Gone Mad:



And by way of a bonus, here are the boys again, showing off their (ahem!) talents at a gay club in Edinburgh called Fire Island - and Ending Upon a High:



Thank Disco (or should that be Hi-NRG?) It's Friday!

Clink clink, Garry. RIP.

Thursday, 22 September 2016

If I knew you were comin' I'd 've baked a cake



Never mind Syria, the NHS funding crisis, proposed historical pardons for gay men convicted of "victimless crimes", Mark Zuckerberg thinking he is god, or even the impending Brad Pitt-Angelina Jolie divorce - the big headline news across all our newspapers is...

...the fact that venerable cookery expert Mary Berry is staying with the Beeb, after her show The Great British Bake-Off [popular televisual fare, M'Lud] was bought by rival network Channel 4.

Whoo-hoo.*

Never having watched the show, I can't really comment, but here she is cooking an "exotic dish" way back in 1976 - Lasagne!



[*Mind you, if Monty Don ever decided to leave Gardeners' World on the other hand, that would be a different matter...]

I'll make myself believe it; that this night will never go



Oh dear - today is the Autumn Equinox, folks, and that means from now till almost Easter next year, the nights are going to be longer than the days. I hate that.

Never mind, as ever, we need some appropriate music to lift the mood, and who better than the much-missed Miss Laura Branigan and (one of my fave songs of all time) Self Control..?



I, I live among the creatures of the night
I haven't got the will to try and fight
Against a new tomorrow, so I guess I'll just believe it
That tomorrow never comes


My feelings, exactly.