Saturday, 28 November 2015

Thinking of going on holiday..?

...choose carefully; and always take a map!

See more from Vargic's Miscellany of Curious Maps, courtesy of The Independent.

Friday, 27 November 2015

Ev'rybody take it to the top

It feels like it's been a long time coming, but the weekend is almost upon us...

Despite the rain and cold, we're gearing up for that party mood. You've heard of "double denim" - how about "double lurex"? Let's take some fashion tips from the Brothers Johnson, and Stomp!!

Thank Disco It's Friday!

The heat is on
And the funk just won't leave us alone
Ev'rybody take it to the top

We're gonna stomp
All night
In the neighbourhood
Don't it feel all right
Gonna stomp
All night
Wanna party
'Til the morning light

Have a great weekend!

Thursday, 26 November 2015

Got my sun-roof down; got my diamonds in the back

Among a raft of birthdays today - including such odd bedfellows as poet William Cowper, "Peanuts" creator Charles M. Schulz, playwright Eugene Ionesco, Pat Phoenix ("Elsie Tanner"), George Segal, DJ Paul Burnett, Shadow Foreign Secretary Hilary Benn, John McVie, La Cicciolina, Jean Terrell and Queen Maud of Norway - one name stands head and shoulders among the rest.

Just today, one of our Patron Saints paid tribute to another, as Cher said: “Tina Turner was, is, and always will be, a Goddess to me‼️ It's impossible to stand next to her on stage, and not feel a little bit eclipsed.” Indeed.

And here they are together with Shame, Shame, Shame:

Don't stop the motion
If you get the notion
You can't stop the groove
Cause you just won't move
Got my sun-roof down
Got my diamonds in the back
So put on your shaky wig baby
If you don't I ain't comin' back!

Many happy returns Mrs Tina Turner Bach (nee Anna Mae Bullock, born 26th November 1939)!

Wednesday, 25 November 2015


Sod that dread American export "Black Friday" - today is shopping day!

And all for me!

Tuesday, 24 November 2015

On Her Majesty's Human Resources Service

Bloody brilliant.

And for those among us who are, like me, "public servants" - so true...


From Dazed magazine:
“Over the years I’ve been asked a lot of questions about what makes Icelandic people so special. I used to talk a lot about things like elves and isolation, but as I get older I think, especially with what’s going on in the world today, I think perhaps what really makes us stand out is the lack of religion. Give me a few bottles of red wine and I could probably go into that one all night. It’s just amazing talking to friends, especially from the States, who will tell you that half of their teachers at school were religious fanatics. I never had any religion imposed on me, I went to church maybe twice as a child.

“I find that when a lot of foreign people go through problems, like messy divorces, they suddenly start going to church more. In Iceland you wouldn’t do that, you’d start going in to nature more. The difference is as you grow up you don’t expect anyone else to sort out your problems – a priest or a president or a god or any kind of authority to surrender to or seek punishment or guilt from. If you are in trouble, you have to sort it out yourself. There are plenty of things we’re not good at, though. We’re hopeless at teamwork because everybody is so independent.”
Belated 50th birthday wishes to the eternally crazy Björk!

Here's my favourite of her choons - her inimitable cover of Betty Hutton's It's Oh So Quiet:

Björk Guðmundsdóttir (born 21st November 1965)

Monday, 23 November 2015

Every moment's a day; every day seems a lifetime

It was a really busy weekend (a verrrry late drunken Saturday following our friend Alex-the-Journo-slut's birthday bash, and a hungover visit yesterday to the V&A for an LGBT-themed examination of the museum's collections - more of that in due course, no doubt), so it feels especially stressful having to get up and out to the office (particularly in this freezing weather).

It's been ages since I have played this "house favourite" here at Dolores Delargo Towers, but, on this Tacky Music Monday only the Kessler Twins can possibly lift this miserable mood...

It's Quando, Quando, Quando time again!

I'd be doing the dance moves round the living room if I wasn't in danger of spilling my coffee or dropping my fag.