Huzzah! Another weekend's upon us - and a hot one is forecast...
As we prepare for another (probably outdoor) party to celebrate, let's get ourselves in the mood with something suitably sunny, shall we..? Thank Disco Italo-House It's Friday!
Have a good weekend, dear reader! Wear a hat.
'Oh God, does this mean I've got to go back on the game?' asks Geri
Geri Halliwell has looked at her household finances after her husband’s sacking, faced facts and defeatedly put in calls to the other Spice Girls.
Christian Horner’s shock dismissal from Red Bull means the couple will miss mortgage payments and have the electricity cut off unless his wife digs out her old Union Jack mini-dress and goes back to the life she had hoped to leave behind.
She said: “I never wanted it to come to this. I dreamed I could live out the rest of my days as a respectable woman, never again disporting myself like a painted harlot.
“But Chris has been let go from his position as a energy drink salesman and I haven’t got any other saleable skills, so it’s back in the platform boots and back on stage, grinding out a miserable living.
“The other girls are up for it. Not Victoria of course, who’s gone all respectable and pretends she never lip-synched for money, but the Mels need the cash and Emma’s in it for the sheer wanton thrill of exposing herself as usual.
“I’ve been on to our old pimp Simon and he’s booked us a 168-date world tour. There’s still the demand, he says. These new girls can’t satisfy rich older audiences like we do. He’s promised us the Glastonbury legends slot if we shake our asses right.”
She added: “Girl Power. Didn’t really work out that way, did it?”
Of course.
Now you see it...
...and now you don't (much)!
Yes, that horrid American Black Walnut tree over the back from the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers is finally meeting its maker. Good! Just the vile sycamores (in the left of each picture) to go.
Here's an appropriate song - and what a video!
Roll on the sunbathing...
It's another snippets post today, dear reader:
...and we know a song about that, don't we, children?
Oh, she sits among the cabbages and peas
And she talks to all the little bugs and bees.
They climb up her legs and arms
And all round her other charms.
They see lots of things nobody ever sees.
And the weather? It has been very changeable over the past few days, but apparently another "heatwave" is on its way in time for the weekend. Bring it on!
We had a simply fantabulosa time - as always - at Saturday's Pride in London!
Despite the fact that proceedings were delayed not long after kick-off for an hour by a shiftless gang of yoofs who threw red paint at a float and glued themselves to it, supposedly in support of Palestine - why us? why Pride? arseholes!! - we spent an enjoyable few hours waving and cheering the huge turn-out of assorted groups as they wended their way (slowly) through Piccadilly en route via Trafalgar Square to Whitehall.
Sports fans, fetishists, dykes-on-bikes, queens, trans, old, young, military, drag queens, charities and corporates - just about everyone was represented, with the exception this year of any political parties. Apparently freedom of speech doesn't extend to anyone that the organisers, in their wisdom, don't agree with, in spite of the fact we live in a democracy...
Hey ho!
We were simply gratified that all those bored - and largely boringly-dressed - people marching all took photos of us! And why wouldn't they?
We were even serenaded by the Gay Men's Chorus:
Needless to say, after five hours we were all ready for a drink - so, rather than try and battle our way into the morass of the West End, we "invaded" an unsuspecting (and normally quiet on a Saturday) pub in Mayfair for the evening, which was just perfect!
But possibly the highlight - or certainly one of the most memorable moments - of the day? Having a "photo-shoot" in the flagship Savile Row boutique of top menswear designer Ozwald Boateng!
An utterly splendid Gay Xmas, indeed!
Back down to earth with a bump!
It's been a splendid weekend - celbrating the absolute zenith of our social calendar, Gay Pride [more on that later, no doubt], followed by a much-needed "day of rest" - but now it's time to get back to the grindstone, and earn our keep...
Never mind, eh? When World Chocolate Day and a Tacky Music Monday collide, this happens! Guaranteed to cheer us all up:
Have a good week, dear reader.
We've had a totally lazy post-Pride [more on that later, no doubt] Sunday ("Gay Boxing Day", perhaps?) - I didn't even surface until 2pm! It's been a bit showery and dank, so I didn't miss much...
Speaking of Pride - this song appeared to be quite a fave among the various groups parading along Piccadilly yesterday - well, maybe not this version, but it damn well should have been!
Faboo!
