As we get ready for this afternoon/evening's big get-together in the City, so we need a bit of a light musical interlude to ease our passage, and to indulge ourselves in the goings-on of glamorous people in exotic locations again - courtesy of the ever-wonderful Soft Tempo Lounge, of course...
Soft, indeed.
[Music: Piero Piccioni - Balboa Spell. Film: Kara Gözlüm (1970)]
I don't blame her, I'd dump his mopey ass too. But not before I gave it a good stuffing.
ReplyDeleteThat line from Funny Girl did come to mind:
Delete"To tell the truth, it hurt my pride
The groom was prettier than the bride!"
I think he needs something - ahem - a bit meatier than her... Jx
The flares! Did someone dig up Lionel Blair?
ReplyDeleteHe donated them to a floppy-haired Turk, it seems. Jx
DeleteAre the pair on the right the sisters of Agnetha Fältskog and Anni-Frid Lyngstad?
ReplyDeleteI think it may be Linda Lovelace and Xaviera Hollander. Jx
DeleteHave you seen the size of Frida's knob it's hanging halfway down her leg?
DeleteThe joys of satin trousers... Jx
DeleteWhy did he not just walk round the pond to get the rose and save getting his socks wet? No woman wants a man with wet socks - think of the bedsheets. No wonder he was dumped.
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She was more butch than him anyway. She'd have been very disappointed a bit later on when he ran off with a hairdresser called Jeff, wet socks or no wet socks. Jx
DeleteTre' Lovely
ReplyDeleteFab, isn't it? Jx
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