It's my favourite time of the year...
So British Summer Time is officially upon us! Doesn't feel much like it, with the fierce gusts of wind at the moment - but I've been busy in the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers this weekend [and am likely to be doing so for the whole fortnight of my leave], lifting and dividing herbaceous plants, playing "hunt-the-bloody-sycamore-seedlings" [they're everywhere; bastard weeds!] and generally pottering. We are forecast a mini-heatwave this week, so there will be a chance to sit back and enjoy it all with a glass or two of booze...
Speaking of such things, how about another cocktail-bar musical moment courtesy of the magnificent Soft Tempo Lounge?
This time however, rather than wallowing in the fabulous lives of impossibly glamorous people the action is all courtesy of what was, for me as a hormonal closeted teen, the most homoerotic cop series on late '70s/early '80s telly...
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[Music: The Zack Laurence Orchestra - Stiletto]
The Professionals? I can't imagine what the draw was for you...
ReplyDeletePretty pansies. In the pot, not on the STL video, of course.
Can't imagine why I would adore such a big fat bud unfolding to produce a magnificent blooming stem... Jx
DeleteI have copious amounts of hyacinths, clipped all over the Casa currently. My favorite spring flower scent...I can't get enough of it.
ReplyDeleteOurs are outside the back door and by the kitchen window, and on a still evening we smell them as soon as we step out of the door, and they scent the whole garden...Jx
DeleteWay to teach that plastic white fencing a lesson. How dare it pretend to be any sort of barrier that common sense folk would view as a means of protecting what lies behind it. What lies behind it! Why this copper will unveil exactly what lies behind it... the lies behind it. I adore it when a late sixties television cop is brave enough to tackle the tough cases. One hopes that perhaps Richard Ayoade might take an interest in this one and give it a good rebooting right in the arse. Thanks for sharing. And for sharing pics of your rosy posies.
ReplyDeletePlastic fences deserve to die!
DeleteI hope no-one tries to remake The Professionals, as without exception every single remake of any "classic" TV show (or film) has been categorically pointless shit - Russell Brand's Arthur, anyone? Nicholas Cage in The Wicker Man? Or the pointless reworking of classics such as The Twilight Zone, Robocop and Psycho? The Madame tried watching the Emma Thompson version of Brideshead Revisited and said it was great gay soft porn, but an am-dram version of the classic story, without any of the atmosphere or class of the original series. Jx
I am so impressed by the wide range of bald spots on display. And those cars have to be the least sporty ones ever built. They're the automotive equivalent of bald spots. First mum drops the kids off at karate lessons and then dad can chase bad guys in them, at a reasonable speed.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to 70s Britain. Not exactly the most glamorous place in the world. Everything was grey and grimy, done "on the cheap", or at least looked as if it had been. Interestingly, I think one of the extras in that climactic scene at the big white house might have been the legendary "big boy" John Bindon, one of Princess Margaret's "bits of rough"... Jx
DeleteWho ever thought Soft Tempo Lounge would ever make a video of everyday life in Tottenham and I always wondered what Mr. Hudson got up to on his day off.
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I know - there are areas not far from here that look just as grim, and probably still have a burned-out Ford Granada somewhere.
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PS "Chattering, whispering servants can spread scandal like the rats with the plague, Mrs. Bridges."
Did Bodie have a permanent pout? Excellent, Jon! How I loved The Professionals - compulsory 70's telly - to miss it would mean not having anything to talk about on Monday at school.
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It was the pouts that really did it for me - especially Martin Shaw's... Jx
DeleteI'm lucky to see the tip of a crocus pushing through!
ReplyDeleteYou tease! Jx
DeleteGood gods! You wrote"click to embiggen" but I'm afraid to! Mr Shaw's jeans are already under some strain...
ReplyDeleteGorgeous pansies, though.
I miss the era of "everything on show" men's jeans - nowadays they're either so baggy and low-cut all you get is a flash of the grubby waistband of some underwear and the crotch looks like a nappy, or else they're stupidly skinny down the leg and baggy at the top, which makes most men look like they have enormous arses. Jx
DeletePS The pansies were just a random tray from Homebase [the DIY store that Bunnings took over then sold off in a hurry because they had no clue about the British market and cleared masses of shelves to put expensive barbecues on display, which no-one bought - because a British summer is basically three hot days and a thunderstorm]. The named variety ones we bought for twice the price from the garden centre are scrappy and moth-eaten in comparison.
I hate Bunnings!
ReplyDeleteThey weren't around long enough for us to get any opinion on them, tbh. Having arrived with typical noisy fanfare in 2016, they sold the entire Homebase chain for one pound in 2018! Funny enough, under its new owners, the stores are profitable again. Jx
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