On this last Friday of my annual leave, it's hardly a major celebration [although Madam Arcati and I are intending to embark on our first visit to Kew Gardens today since the pandemic lockdowns began. We have a man in to replace our draughty back door, so it's best be out of the way]*.
However, it's always a thrill when one discovers two iconic "regular features" at this very blog that overlap - namely Soft Tempo Lounge, here screaming to the rooftops in the cheesiest way possible: "Thank Disco It's Friday!"
[Music: Berry Lipman and Orchestra - Let's Dance Together]Have a great weekend, folks!
*[STOP PRESS: That never happened - the man had finished installing the door by the time I hauled my carcass out of bed, so we didn't bother with Kew after all...]
Simply adore a dancer who can't find a single beat or fully extend any part of their body. All these ladies are destined to dance topless on bars world-wide. Of course, by now their knockers are kissing dirt, but hey... a girl's gotta make a living. Kizzes.
ReplyDeleteI can't imagine what these - ahem - talented girls did to make a living when they weren't doing "go-go"... Jx
DeleteBack in the 60s...I worked with a girl whose knick-name was Gogo. She was a click away from dwarfism, having very short legs. And y'know what? I bet she could knock spots off some of these "dancers."
ReplyDeleteOf that, I have no doubt. Jx
DeleteI think you should have given a camel foot alert!
ReplyDeleteI felt quite nauseous watching that.
Loved the music though.
Ha ha ha! Jx
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