Saturday, 1 October 2016

We'll drink to all our wishes now, wherever they may be

"A typical show will include everything from 1930s close harmony group The Boswell Sisters to David Bowie via classical pieces and songs from musicals."

It is the end of an era. One of our "house favourites" here at Dolores Delargo Towers, the faboo broadcaster and beloved "national treasure" of our airwaves for seventy years, Mr Desmond Carrington has announced he will be hanging up his microphone later this month.

BBC Radio 2 has long been a focal point of our listening enjoyment round these parts, and Mr Carrington's dulcet tones - originally as part of the station's classic line-up on Sunday afternoons, latterly as a gentle lead-in to the not-to-be-missed Friday Night is Music Night - have been a constant throughout my memory of tuning in to "88 to 91 FM".

At 90 years old he is, of course, forgiven for deciding to retire [he has apparently had heart problems, and cancer, and has had a diagnosis of Alzheimer's - not a hint of any of that being evident in any of his broadcasts, of course]. He is probably the oldest, and certainly one of the longest-serving, DJs on the planet! [And with more than 700,000 listeners every week, one of the most popular nonagenarians still going...]

Here is a rather poignant song that Mr C played on his 90th birthday show. I listened to it. He was rather choked up. And so was I.

It's Miss Peggy Lee and Where Did They Go?:

I remember dancing to the velvet summer nights
Stars that softly flickered through a thousand coloured lights
Sipping pink champagne until the sun began to rise
When morning turned our laughter to good byes

Where did they go, all the good times
And the flowers and the wine
The young men who held me
All the lovers who were mine
Where did they go, all the sweet years
Filled with laughter ev'ry day
When time went on forever
Oh, when did they slip away

Driving through the midnight streets in gently falling rain
A man might offer everything except, of course, his name
Leaning close he'd whisper how his love would never die
Till once again the morning meant goodbye

Where did they go, all the good times
And the flowers and the wine
The young men who held me
All the lovers who were mine
Where did they go, all the sweet years
Filled with laughter ev'ry day
When time went on forever
Oh, when did they slip away

Now it's time to light another candle on the cake
Join me in a glass of wine, if just for old time's sake
We'll drink to all our wishes now, wherever they may be
If one or two come true just think of me

We will miss Desmond Carrington terribly. Who else would play that?

Friday, 30 September 2016

Red hot chili Pepper

Many happy returns to one of our favourite super-cool divas, Miss Angie Dickinson - she blows out 85 candles today!

As a kid in the middle of the 1970s, with power cuts, hyper-inflation and general pessimism in the UK, I loved settling down to watch some preposterous American cop show for escapism - and Police Woman was one of the best. I often wondered what it would be like to live in Angie Dickinson/"Pepper Anderson"'s glamorous world of sleek Halston outfits, Martini cocktails and "woman-in-peril" missions...

As the weekend looms, what better way to revisit our favourite funky decade and get the party started than with the show's theme tune (and titles, featuring the most famous pair of legs in televisual history) - and Thank Disco It's Friday!

Angie Dickinson (born 30th September 1931)

Thursday, 29 September 2016

Totty of the Day

Yes, please!

Nine years ago [yes - this blog has been going that long...] I described my then-new discovery, the ballet dancer Señor Carlos Acosta, as a "Cuban Sex God".

Now he has announced his retirement from the stage, with a gala performance at the Royal Albert Hall next week, my feelings have changed very little.

He's a fine hunk'o'man and, to paraphrase Miss Christie (as delivered by Dame Maggie), "always could get his legs higher and wider than anyone else"!

Here's a little evidence - Don Quixote...

...and Le Corsaire:

I'm exhausted, now!

Carlos Acosta website

Wednesday, 28 September 2016

Bayeux, Bayeux

On this, the 950th anniversary of the Battle of Hastings and the Norman Conquest, I have found a gem of a song that explains the whole thing, for the uninitiated...

With apologies to Mr Justin Trousersnake (who I am certain would approve, actually) here's William the Conqueror by "The History Teachers"!

I love it!

All about 1066 and the Norman Conquest on the English Heritage website

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.

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 than a Spanish version of Mack the Knife?!


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!