Tuesday, 23 January 2018

Nah pop no style, I strictly roots

"Somewhere there's heaven; how high the... waist?"

Timeslip moment again, dear reader - our first of the year...

...and John Beck's Time Machine has deposited us in the wilderness of January 1978, the year of the shakiest PM ever Jim Callaghan, of Evita, Brian Clough, the first "test-tube baby", Grease, "The Hillside Strangler", Wuthering Heights, "post-Punk" and the three Popes; the year that Ben Cohen, Zoe Saldana, Nelly Furtado, Space Invaders and - ahem - Katie Price (aka Jordan) were born, and Charles Boyer, Louis Prima and Keith Moon died.

Making the headlines this month forty years ago: dramatic storms destroyed the historic piers at Herne Bay, Margate, Hunstanton and Skegness; the Chilean dictator Augusto Pinochet cemented his rule after a referendum on the country's constitution; the Yorkshire Ripper's reign of terror continued, with the discovery of victim #8; in the ascendant were The Holy Crown of Hungary (returned to its home country after three decades in the USA), Bülent Ecevit (re-elected as President of Turkey) and Harvey Milk (the first openly gay person elected to public office in California), but an Air India jumbo jet crashed near Bombay, killing 213 people. In our cinemas in the UK: Star Wars, Julia and The Deep . On telly: An Audience With Jasper Carrott, Blake's 7 and All Creatures Great and Small.

In our charts this week in '78? The seemingly unstoppable Mull Of Kintyre by Wings was in its eighth week (out of nine) at Number 1 [NB quite likely this was the record that spawned the Human League classic "The Black Hit Of Space, lyrics: "As the song climbed the charts, the others disappeared, 'til there was nothing but it left to buy; It got to number one, then into minus figures, though nobody could understand why"...]. Also in the mêlée of contenders were some big hitters including Donna Summer, Bonnie Tyler, the Bee Gees, David Soul, Odyssey, Chic, Crystal Gayle and, errr, The Brighouse & Rastrick Brass Band.

But it was the estimable talents of a completely unknown duo of Jamaican teenagers, performing their one and only hit - and what an unforgettable one! - that was destined to kick Mr McCartney and his mournful dirge off the top slot. Thank heavens for "one-hit-wonders" Althea Rose Forrest and Donna Marie Reid [and whatever happened to them?!] I say!

Watch how we chuck it an' ting
Inna we khaki suit an' ting
Love is all I bring
Inna me khaki suit and ting


Monday, 22 January 2018


Having somewhat overdone the digging on the weekend, racing at this time of year against the lack of daylight, I am paying the consequences - everything aches, even my hair. And I just know I am going to find it difficult to stay awake in the office...

Hey ho, never mind. On this Tacky Music Monday, our thoughts once again turn to Spain - and what better source of "cheer-up music" could there be but that country's unfailingly ridiculous entries for the Eurovision Song Contest? Take it away, mis chicas!

That woke me up!

Have a good week, dear reader.

[*Brujeria = Witchcraft in Spanish]

Sunday, 21 January 2018

Fuchsias and Flamenco, RIP

MUD! He offered to help, but then he discovered the booze stash.

It's been pissing with rain all weekend, yet, this being the last weekend before our move, we were out there all day yesterday and I will be out there again today - digging out the (swamp-like) extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers, potting-up the plants we are going to take and throwing out those we are not. The entire Fuchsia collection is binned already [sniff, sniff]; however just about every one of our specimens was eventually ravaged by the dreaded gall mite and would likely still be carrying the bugs, so we decided that replacing them all would be a better option. Our favourite specialist nursery has thousands of cuttings at only about 80p each, and most of them came from there originally so it will be easy to re-stock (and Fuchsias are remarkably quick-growing, so we should be swathed in blooms by August)...

The garden at Dolores Delargo Towers #4 is mainly paved, so container gardening is once again our future. Hence the reason why we cannot accommodate much of our current stock of herbaceous plants, and many (such as Red-Hot Pokers, Delphiniums, Knautia, the poppy, some Dahlias, Centaurea, Fennel, some Montbretia and Geums) are either going to the boys in Essex or straight into bin bags. Sad, but the only practical solution.

However, through the gloom, the mud, the aching muscles - and the continued process of bagging, boxing and cleaning indoors too - we have the prospect of our regular week in the sunshine of Andalusia to look forward to. And it would have been the 95th birthday today of the magnificent "La Faraona" Lola Flores, which is a perfect pretext to play one of her melodramatic Flamenco numbers to cheer ourselves up (as if we ever needed an excuse)!

We fully intend to go out of an evening dressed like that when we're there.

Stop Press: [12.30pm] Now, to add insult to injury, it is SNOWING! I've had to stop digging because it's getting too slippery, and take a tea break...

Saturday, 20 January 2018

I don’t ever wanna stop, I’m gonna give it all I've got

Our Princess Kylie and singing stud-muffin Jake Shears - two of our all-time faves here at Dolores Delargo Towers...

Miss Minogue is all over the news at the moment with a round of interviews to promote her new album Golden, and from it, here is the Dolly Parton-esque new single Dancing!

By contrast, released last autumn - accompanied a rather fab personal message for his fans - darling Jake's new choon Creep City never got the limelight he so richly deserves. Coincidentally, Mr Shears recently found out he is related to Dolly....

In this life, all roads inevitably lead to Miss Parton, it seems.

Friday, 19 January 2018

Como si fuera esta noche la última vez

Another weekend looms - and it's just one week to go before we wave bye-bye to this place and "hello" to Dolores Delargo Towers #4...


To ease ourselves into "le weekend" - and to the prospect of spending it dismantling our extensive gardens, as well as continuing the perpetual task of clearing, boxing and generally sorting out our worldly goods - who better to lift our spirits than our beloved Gallic Patron Saint Mlle Dalida [who would have celebrated her 85th birthday on Thursday this week!] - and her inimitable disco update of Bésame Mucho..?

Merci Disco C'est Vendredi!

Dalida (born Iolanda Cristina Gigliotti, 17th January 1933 – 3rd May 1987)

Thursday, 18 January 2018

What it don't get I can't use

I've been at a long meeting today - in the glorious surroundings of The Bank of England, no less!

Didn't see any of the fabled "pink penguins", however; more's the pity...

All day, as we sat above vaults containing more than £100 billion worth of gold, a certain number was playing in my head. Take it away, Miss Evans-Stickland!

That's what I want.

Wednesday, 17 January 2018

It's Betty White Day!

Gawd bless ya, Ma'am!

Betty Marion White Ludden (born 17th January 1922)