By the time you see this, dear reader, we should be in a taxi - on our way to assume our positions, centre stage, for this year's Gay Xmas festivities!
Only one more thing to play now - as always, it's our traditional anthem:
Happy Gay Pride, dear reader! Don't do anything I wouldn't do [which isn't a lot, to be honest]...
Happy Gay Xmas Eve, folks! The "Big Weekend" is almost here, the Essex Boys will be heading to stay over at ours tonight (probably including a dress rehearsal), and the excitement is mounting...
To begin the festivities, how about a song from that poppers-dominated dancefloor era, the 1980s - when I first emerged onto the gay scene in an explosion of pink fairy-dust and started shagging my way through South Wales - in the company of everyone's fave "Red Light District scrubbers", the Flirts?! Thank Disco Hi-NRG It's Friday!
Happy Pride Weekend, dear reader!
It's another snippets post today, dear reader:
And the weather? Proper summer sunshine. I love it.
Happy Canada Day to our chums across the water! And congratulations, too - the news has broken that at last, Deadpool has got his wish. Canada (joining fellow former colony Australia) will be entering the Eurovision Song Contest next year!
To celebrate this important occasion, I couldn't resist posting this again:
Mistress MJ will be breaking that rule as we speak...
The Princess of Wales has announced that if she has to climb three peaks in 24 hours just to get away from the fucking kids, that is what she will do.Kate completed the challenge of summiting the three highest mountains in Scotland, England and Wales and described not being whined at by her children or husband for a whole day as the ‘most fulfilling experience of her life.’
The 44-year-old said: “It’s settled. I’m a climber now. They can’t get me up here.
“I considered a marathon, but Wills said they’d be there to cheer me on every step of the way so I immediately decided ‘fuck that’.
“Instead, in the name of charity or some shit, I shall be climbing every mountain in Scotland exceeding 3,000ft in height. Where I will encounter only taciturn men swathed in Gore-Tex also up here to avoid their families.
“God, the peace of standing on that peak, gazing at the horizon, thinking ‘Even if Louis wanted a biscuit or my husband wanted to bitch about his brother, it would be nine hours before they could get up here to tell me.’ It’s the greatest feeling in the world.”
Prince William said: “Wouldn’t it be nice to all surprise Mummy in a helicopter?”
Of course.
Sigh. Here we are again.
The heatwave having subsided, this would be a perfect day to potter in the garden. Unfortunately, back to the office we go...
Never mind, eh? To save ourselves from screaming, let's fix our minds on the fact that there's only this week to go, then it's Gay Xmas!
Meanwhile, on this Tacky Music Monday let's join "France's premier electrician" and his cheesy dancers in a morning exercise routine:
I feel better already.
Have a good week, dear reader!
Alongside a cornucopia of "names" including John Inman, Richard Rodgers, Peter Paul Rubens, Gilda Radner, King Henry VIII, Kathy Bates, John Wesley, A. A. Gill, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Sir Harold Evans, Willy Whitelaw and - erm - Elon Musk...
...it's the one-hundredth birthday today of the peerless Mel Brooks!
Always one of my favourite film-makers way back to when I was a child, his Blazing Saddles, The Producers, Young Frankenstein, Silent Movie and History of the World: Part I remain among my most cherished films, and I particularly adored his classic entourage of regular actors (Madeline Kahn, Dom DeLouise, Gene Wilder, Harvey Korman and Cloris Leachman among them).
He also has an unerring eye for camp - I suppose being married to Anne Bancroft for all those years must have helped!
Speaking of camp...
[and again:]
All hail, Mel Brooks (born Melvin James Kaminsky, 28th June 1926)!
