Saturday, 6 February 2016

The Devil wears deck shoes



By the time you see this, dear reader, we shall be well on our way to the delights of Andalusia again. We say it every time, but... "I have never needed a holiday so much!"

Who better to send us on our way but the very best of the "best" of tacky-music-troubadours, Las Seventies?!

We always do these moves every time we enter a bar in Spain. And we plan to enter many...



Don Diablo se ha escapado
Tu no sabes la que ha armado!


Indeed.

See you all in a week or so...

Friday, 5 February 2016

Postcards from Amsterdam, phone calls from Birmingham



I was beginning to think it would never come. My last day in work was actually yesterday, but this week dragged on, and on, and on...

Now, however, we have even more cause to celebrate the impending weekend - as ours, from tomorrow, will be spent on the Costa del Sol!

Who else would we call upon to help us build that party atmosphere than the lovely ladies of Baccara? Here they are, gesticulating their tits off outside one of General Franco's finest architectural gems, with one of their lesser-known songs - Darling.

¡Gracias de Disco que es Viernes!, or, as we usually say - Thank Disco It's Friday!



Postcards from Amsterdam,
Phone calls from Birmingham,
To tell me only how you miss me
Received your telegramm
Now you say, here I am
Oh, the way you hold, and kiss me.

Oh, darling, darling, darling,
Leave a little love for later on
Darling, darling, darling,
So that you can come back when you've gone
I idolize, your magic eyes, and I imagine
All the good things we can do, we can do
Oh, darling, darling darling,
Leave a little a secret on the shelf
Darling, darling, darling
So that you can come back in for more.
My fantasy runs fancy free, and I imagine
All the good things we can do, we can do

It's been a long, long time,
And you and me will climb
The mountains and the hills of passion.
Soft certain skin to skin,
Oh, what a mood I'm in
Bewitched by heart aggression

Oh, darling, darling, darling,
Leave a little love for later on
Darling, darling, darling,
So that you can come back when you've gone
I idolize, your magic eyes, and I imagine
All the good things we can do, we can do
Oh, darling, darling darling,
Leave a little a secret on the shelf
Darling, darling, darling
So that you can come back in for more.
My fantasy runs fancy free, and I imagine
All the good things we can do, we can do.


Fab lyrics.

Thursday, 4 February 2016

And yesterday was all we had



Somethin' happened along the way
What used to be happy was sad
Somethin' happened along the way
And yesterday was all we had


I'm certain Mr White would have appreciated this Legs & Co tribute - it's their rather literal interpretation of After The Love Has Gone:



RIP Maurice White [of Earth, Wind and Fire] (19th December 1941 – 3rd February 2016)

Entre flores, fandanguillos y alegrías


Benalmadena has changed a bit since the 1970s

Where can I possibly begin, in attempting to introduce this number?

Best to let it speak for itself, really...

Continuing our countdown to the delights of Spain on Saturday - here's Señor Manolo Escobar resplendent in beige, a "band" of beautifully-dressed dancers, a slideshow of enticing views of this lovely country, and the (ahem) classic anthem Y Viva España!



You can see why we love the place.

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

El valor y el temple de ésta vieja fiesta


The late, great Rocio Jurado: often referred to as "The Spanish Shirley Bassey"

It's Wednesday already, and, although we've been counting down the hours in our heads, I have yet to commence any kind of "countdown" to Spain - where we will be on Saturday.

Let's redress that situation immediately!

Here's one of the greatest and campest of all the (many) divas we have collected from that great country of camp music - Señorita Rocío Jurado (so revered, we are even staying on an Avenida named in her honour in Benalmadena!), replete with with her homosexuales seguridad - and Viva El Pasadoble:



More tributes to the lovely lady may be found here, here and here.

Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow



In five decades at the top, David Bowie influenced and worked with some of the best, the most original, the most creative artists and musicians in the world.

So, who should possibly be chosen to do an appropriate tribute to him? Brian Eno? Bauhaus? Robert Fripp? Siouxsie? Bryan Ferry? Elton John? Queen? Brian Molko and Placebo? Amanda Lear? Annie Lennox? Iggy Pop? Mick Jagger? Marc Almond? Debbie Harry? Cher? Brett Anderson and Suede? Pet Shop Boys?

No. In their infinite wisdom the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences of the United States, organisers of the Grammys, have chosen Lady fucking GaGa - a woman that even Grace Jones wouldn't touch with a bargepole ("I’d prefer to work with someone who is more original and someone who is not copying me," was her verdict; shades of Bowie's own comment on Gary Numan) - to do (in their words) "a multisensory testament to the icon". How? He had talent. She's a caricaturist.

I would scream. If the Grammys were relevant.

Footnote: During his career, Bowie was nominated for 11 Grammys but only won once - when Jazzin' for Blue Jean was awarded best video in 1985.

Tuesday, 2 February 2016

A message from my fans



How very dare you?