Tuesday, 31 May 2016

Drives me crazy



We're back from a splendid long weekend break in leafy Essex, during which we traversed through garden centres and nurseries up and down the county (and have come back with an impressive haul of goodies for the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers, to boot) - including the incredibly floral Bourne Brook Nurseries, specialists in one of our favourite flowers, the Fuchsia. And we know a song about them!

Fuch-Fuch-Fuchsia (from Ja Zuster, Nee Zuster):



That makes up for missing a "Tacky Music Monday", methinks...

While we were away, the "soap opera" that is likely to be the subject of a tabloid feeding frenzy for a few months to come - The Johnny Depp Divorce - took off; almost as vicious was the growing spat between pro- and anti-Europe campaigners; the horror of refugee boat disasters made sombre reading; men's clothier Austin Reed joined British Home Stores on the bankruptcy list; Andy Sturgeon won "Best Show Garden" at the Chelsea Flower Show; and the ban on so-called "legal highs" came into force, but poppers (which was originally on the list) got a reprieve.

The Proms in the Park 2016 performers were announced, including Michael Ball, Alfie Boe, Juan Diego Flórez, James Galway, The Feeling, Rick Astley(!) and All Saints. I hope this isn't the final line-up for September's event - nice as they were back in the '90s, the All Saints girls don't seem like a headline act to me! I have my suspicions that Auntie Beeb has yet to reveal everything...



And finally - we also missed celebrating the 55th birthday of the once-upon-a-time-gorgeous Roland Gift, a man who really stirred my loins back in the '80s! Let's make amends, with one of his band Fine Young Cannibals' greatest hits - She Drives Me Crazy:



I can't stop the way I feel
Things you do don't seem real.
Tell me what you've got in mind,
'Cause we're running out of time.
Won't you ever set me free?
This waiting 'round's killing me.

She drives me crazy like no one else.
She drive me crazy, and I can't help myself.

I can't get any rest,
People say I'm obsessed.
Everything you say is lies,
But to me that's no surprise.
What I had for you was true.
Things go wrong, they always do.

She drives me crazy like no one else.
She drive me crazy, and I can't help myself.

Tell me what you've got in mind,
'Cause we're running out of time.
Won't you ever set me free?
This waiting 'round's killing me.

She drives me crazy like no one else.
She drive me crazy, and I can't help myself.

I won't make it on my own.
No one likes to be alone.

She drives me crazy like no one else.
She drives me crazy, and I can't help myself.
She drives me crazy like no one else.


Tell you what drives me crazy - I'm back to work tomorrow. Dammit.

4 comments:

  1. Me thinks that does make it better. I myself love Fuchsia also. so elegant and regal and the colors. I wear a whole head of fushia sometime instead of a wig. I just love it's hang don't you?

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    1. It's the angle of the dangle every time, my dear! Jx

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  2. I suppose it would be al too easy to find out what Roland looks like these days, but I suspect I don't want to know.

    I had an ancient fushia that finally seemed to give up the ghost. I cut it down with regrets, but this spring it's come back form the roots. Praise somebody.

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    1. Roland's unlikely to stir my loins as much these days. Time's a terrible thing.

      One of the things we adore about fuchsias is their apparent contrariness - those blowsy, delicate-looking flowers belie the fact that many of them can take vicious pruning and still come back, more dazzling than ever, for their traditional summer/autumn display... Jx

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