Wednesday, 15 April 2026

Warm fuzziness

New research has found making a train journey in Britain can be survived and even enjoyed if the passenger has drunk enough.

A study of the UK’s trains, from rural routes to commuter trains, shows that once eight or more units of alcohol have been consumed it becomes a magical ride of stimulating new destinations, mysterious announcements and meetings with strangers.

Professor Henry Brubaker, of the Institute for Studies, said: “There’s nothing wrong with our overpriced, antiquated rail network that can’t be fixed by the warm fuzziness of aluminium-wrapped alcohol.

“Once lightly pissed, being in a long box fired randomly across the countryside becomes a mellow experience. Your slumped face can vibrate against the windows in a happy haze, just as the Victorians intended when they built them whacked-out on laudanum.

“Stations drift past cheerfully. The couple you’re unwillingly sharing a table with become fascinating. Even the toilets are fine when you’re urinating as freely and erratically as all their previous users.

“Whether the night train to Aberdeen, the 4.35pm to Didcot Parkway or a 6.30am commuter train into Liverpool Street, it’s just like mother said: booze is best.”


Market analyst Helen Archer said: “I drank a bottle of prosecco on the way to work in Leeds and woke up in Llanelli. So same as normal, but with prosecco.”

The Daily Mash

Of course.

Tuesday, 14 April 2026

Mr. Paganini, please play my rhapsody

Another busy day spent in the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers! I finally tackled one of those jobs that is easily "put off" - the accumulation of clag at the end of my back passage [oo-er, Missus!]: a load of gravel on the floor where over-wintering pots had been blown over, the old compost bin that has needed emptying for ages [since next door's drain collapsed a while ago and all their "grey water" flooded the area, killing any chance of us using any of the bin's contents as they were contaminated], lumps of moss from the roof, and the carpet of leaves from the weeping fig houseplants we left out all winter - and I pruned them; they're still alive!

That was knackering, but at least now we have a new clear space to put up some more greenhouse staging shelves as a home for more plants (and more storage space, to boot)! I also embarked on the process of planning the window-boxes that will accommodate most of the recently-acquired annuals, and moved on some more things that were out-growing their pots, before the skies started to turn ominously dark and I finally packed it in for the day.

Meanwhile...

Sharing the day with such luminaries as Sir John Gielgud, Julie Christie, Rod Steiger, Peter Capaldi, Ritchie Blackmore, Gerry Anderson, Robert Carlyle, John Sergeant, Gina McKee, Erich von Däniken, Loretta Lynn, Adrien Brody, Robert Doisneau, Chris Langham, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Bobbi Brown, and - erm - "Papa Doc" Duvalier...

...it's the 75th birthday today of Sir Andrew's "talented younger sibling", Mr Julian Lloyd-Webber!

It's about time we brought some class into proceedings here at Dolores Delargo Towers:

Yes, British readers will recognise it - it was the theme to the classic arts television series The South Bank Show.

Monday, 13 April 2026

Of gardens, spreads and the Queens of England and of Bollywood


The faboo Langthorns Plantery, Bishop's Stortford, Essex [by Royal Appointment to HM The King]

So, I'm back from my jolly jaunt to Essex, doing a Grand Tour of the myriad wonderful garden centres in that county, thanks to Baby Steve and Houseboy Alex. The extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers are going to be even fuller as a result - YAY! [And I have spent most of today out there, dodging the downpours, sorting stuff out and potting things up in preparation.]

But what did I miss while I was away?

  • The highly anticipated exhibition Queen Elizabeth II: Her Life in Style at the King's Gallery opened. A centenary celebration for the very much-missed HM The Queen, it has on display for the first time "items of her clothing worn in all ten decades of her life - from birth to adulthood, from princess to queen, and from off-duty style to dressing for the global stage for momentous occasions in Britain’s history". Needless to say, we have our tickets booked for July, when we'll be going along to view it with The Mother...
  • Hot on the heels of the "Great Marmalade Outrage" [our own, our very own British marmalade will henceforth have to be described as "citrus marmalade" because of the bloody EU; apparently "Johnny Foreigner" wants the right to call their fig/apricot/other fruit concoction "marmalade" as well, rather than the pseudo-jam that it is] - now it seems that another great British spread for toast, Gentleman's Relish (Patum Peperium) has been discontinued. Scandalous!

  • ...and, sadly, I missed paying a fond farewell to another Patron Saint - Miss Asha Bhosle, Bollywood's "Queen of Playback" [singing the vocals for actresses who appeared on screen] for over eight decades, who has ascended the flower-strewn, incence-scented stairway to her Vaikuntha in Fabulon, aged 92. The Guinness Book of Records states that she was the most prolific recording artist in the world, having reportedly recorded up to 12,000 solo, duet and chorus backed songs in over 20 Indian languages since 1947!

    So let us pay the great lady due tribute:

Here she is, dubbing for the magnificently camp "Helen" (Helen Jairag Richardson) - a megastar in Indian musical cinema in the 1960s:

...and here, dubbing for Reena Roy:

And finally - recognising the fact that even though I am on leave (almost) all this week, it is Tacky Music Monday - here's the lady herself, aged 79, with a tongue-in-cheek take on an old Usha Uthup number [from the only Bollywood film in which Rex Harrison and Vera Miles ever appeared, Shalimar]...

Sublime.

RIP, Asha Bhosle (born Ashalata Dinanath Mangeshkar, 8th September 1933 – 12th April 2026)

Have a good week, dear reader.


FOOTNOTE:

Of course, I could not let any such tribute pass without playing this famous paean to her!

Friday, 10 April 2026

Build me up

I'm heading off to leafy Essex today, for my annual pilgrimage to visit Baby Steve and Houseboy Alex - and to visit as many garden centres as is humanly possible over one weekend, in the expectation of bringing back a load of new goodies for the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers. As per the forecast, the lovely warmth of midweek has evaporated away, and it's all back to normal temperatures for this time of year [dammit!], but that won't stop us!

Meanwhile, even though I am off, it is still the end of another (albeit short, thanks to Easter) week - and I have something suitably "plant-themed" to get the party started. Thank Disco Northern Soul [and vocalist Colin Young's performing trousers] It's Friday!

Have a good one, dear reader!

"Normal" service may resume on Monday...

Thursday, 9 April 2026

Reach!

Among a huge list of fellow celebrants today, including Isambard Kingdom Brunel, Sir Robert Helpmann, Tom Lehrer, Valerie Singleton, Hugh Hefner, Jean-Paul Belmondo, Hannah Gordon, Paul Robeson, Hugh Gaitskell, Patty Pravo, Marty Krofft, Charles Baudelaire, Marc Jacobs, Seve Ballesteros, Michael Learned, Dennis Quaid, Carl Perkins, Nigel Slater, Jacques Villeneuve, Sir Iain Duncan Smith, Cynthia Nixon, John Hammond, Kristen Stewart, Sir Bernard Jenkin and - erm - the crazy Lil Nas X...

...I have chosen to focus in on just one of those "birthday boys and girls" - that paragon of late 90s "manufactured pop", Miss Rachel Stevens!

She was, of course, a key founder-member of that archetypal "bubblegum" band S-Club 7 - among whose output was this mega-hit, a staple at every one of our parties:

She also branched out into more "grown-up" music as a solo artist, with a modicum of success. This Richard X-produced number was one of her best [it sounds a bit like Goldfrapp, which is no bad thing in my book!]:

Heavens! That song was twenty-two years ago - and S-Club's is 26 years old! Where does the time go..?

Many happy returns, Rachel Lauren Stevens (born 9th April 1978)

Wednesday, 8 April 2026

Keeping versed and on my feet


If only you could smell the wallflowers, filling the air with perfume at the moment.

Whew, what a scorcher!

We in London have had the hottest early April day in 80 years - the official figure was 26.5C (79.7F) at Kew Gardens, but according to our thermometer, we had already reached that temperature in the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers when I was having my first fag and a mug of coffee out there at 8am - and I was in shorts with my top off [not a pretty sight], doing some pottering, after I got in from work at around 5pm!

Lovely. Here's something suitable for the occasion, that I haven't heard in ages:

Inevitably, it's all going downhill by the time the weekend (and the start of a week's leave pour moi) comes around...

Tuesday, 7 April 2026

Just like that there London

The sight of a single takeout pizza van has caused villagers to think their town is now on a par with London, it has emerged.

Having grown accustomed to their Nisa and a chippie that takes half an hour to drive to, residents of a Gloucestershire village believe they are about to become the new Shoreditch thanks to a van that sells overpriced pizzas.

Local Donna Sheridan said: “I thought food trucks were something MasterChef made up for the telly. Yet there it is, in all its dazzling, gentrified glory for a pleb like me to enjoy.

“I phoned my kids who live in Camden to tell them I tried something called 'fior de latte' on my Margherita. They already knew what it was thanks to their swanky university education, and suggested I try an anchovy topping next. It’s all very cosmopolitan.

“The young lad who runs it says you can’t move for food trucks like this in the big city. Apparently they even sell Asian-fusion tacos and curried lentil dishes. Sounds a bit extravagant for our tastes but each to their own.

“Maybe if the novelty of pizza served out of a van catches on we’ll be treated to other London perks like a Gail’s and unaffordable housing. We can only dream.”

Pizza cook Jack Browne said: “A place like this is perfect for entrepreneurs. I could serve these hicks reheated Pizza Express ready meals and they’d never know.”

The Daily Mash

Of course.