Monday 31 July 2023

La Wandissima

It's been a packed weekend, dear reader - the V&A's spectacular Diva exhibition on Saturday [more of that later, no doubt], followed by a very rainy day at Kew Gardens with Baby Steve and Houseboy Alex. I feel I really need another day off to recover...

But life determines otherwise, so here, to help ease us into the grind yet again on this Tacky Music Monday is a diva [in fact three of them] shamefully not featured in that exhibition, in a post I did @decadeago:

It has been ages since I featured that campest-of-camp grande signora of Italian entertainment, described in The Guardian as "a rather camp Latin mix of Mae West and Mistinguette", Miss Wanda Osiris.

But it is Tacky Music Monday, after all (and we always need cheering up at the start of a working week) - so here she is, in full "Norma Desmond" drag (and a bit croaky, but we always forgive an old broad many sins), topping a bill that includes two of our favourite Italian divas Mina Mazzini and Raffaella Carra, performing in a typically understated number, A Capocabana:


Facts about Wanda Osiris:
  • Born Anna Menzio on 3rd June 1905 in Rome, she was 16 when she joined a vaudeville company, something that was almost unheard of during those strict times.
  • Often nicknamed "La Wandissima", she went on to become one of Italy's most successful stage performers of the 1920s to the 1950s.
  • Ground-breakingly flamboyant, she was credited with being the first to use chorus boys in her act. [She invented "safety gays"!!]
  • Among her myriad revues was Carousel of Variety in which she appeared with (among others) Josephine Baker and Anna Magnani.
  • She retired in the mid-'60s and after that only occasionally performed on television.

Wanda Osiris died on 11th November 1994, aged 89 - her obituary (in Italian, of course).

Have a good week, dear reader.

Sunday 30 July 2023

Meanwhile, at Kew Gardens today...

...we had horrendous, stormy downpours!

It was dry in the Palm House.

Saturday 29 July 2023

Viva la Diva

As I'm trolling off with chums to South Kensington for the rave-reviewed Diva exhibition at the V&A this afternoon, I thought I would dig out an old fave - the utterly remarkable Signorina LaLa McCallan!

She's a queen who knows an appropriate song for an occasion:


[More LaLa here]

Friday 28 July 2023

And take off all my clothes

Wow. Our Princess Kylie Minogue's only gone and got herself a Vegas residency! But is Vegas ready for her? There'll be glitz, feathers, fouff and faff a-plenty, of that I have no doubt.

Speaking of Divas, a few of "our gang" are off to see the exhibition of that name at the V&A tomorrow - so, in an effort to get the party started, I make no excuses to play this magnificent earworm again. Thank Disco Kylie It's Friday!

Have a great weekend, dear reader!

Thursday 27 July 2023

Like a moth to a fly zapper

Due to a quirk in the laws of physics and alcohol, some very stupid ideas make a lot of sense on a Sunday at 1am. Including these:

Buying and eating a kebab
In the cold light of day you can see kebabs for what they really are: fucking disgusting. But at the magical hour of 1am on a Sunday, the warming red glow of the meat grill draws you in like a moth to a fly zapper. No wonder they’re always open so late. It’s the only time people are in enough of an altered state of mind to eat them.

Pissing in a back alley
Traditionally, people relieve themselves in toilets, but that’s not the case first thing on a Sunday. During that time every surface and corner is a loo waiting to happen, with back alleys becoming the most viable option. They’re free and convenient, but do carry the risk of arrest if someone sees you. Which they inevitably will, because you’re so drunk you’re bellowing Sweet Caroline while you wee.

Starting a fight
At any other time, your brain wisely holds you back from saying ‘The fuck you looking at?’ to someone you think you can take. It rationally concludes that would be a dumb thing to do and you would likely lose anyway because look at you. You should listen to your brain. On this rare occasion, it knows what it’s talking about.

Going home with someone you’ve just met
Being led back to the house of an intoxicated person you don’t know the name of is an absurd idea, and for good reason. Even if you’re lucky and there’s the possibility of sex, it’ll be crappy, early morning drunken sex. You’d be better off going home and getting a good night’s sleep in your own bed instead of clumsily rutting for seven minutes and falling asleep with the nagging feeling that you’re going to regret this.

Texting your ex
Sending a quick ‘Hey, how’s it going?’ to your ex is a bad move 24/7. They’ll either ignore you, which is a slow poison in itself, or they’ll reply with the honest truth which is even worse. Do you really want to know how much happier they are now, or hear about the vast amount of mind-blowing sex they’re having? No. You do not.

The Daily Mash

Of course.

Wednesday 26 July 2023

Like a bird without a song

RIP, Sinéad O'Connor (8th December 1966 – 26th July 2023).

Just 56 years of age. I am genuinely in shock.

A man of wealth and taste

The fact that the remarkable Sir Mick Jagger is - gulp - 80 years old today gives me a perfect excuse (if any were needed) to post this - my favourite Rolling Stones song ever!

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and fate

I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moments of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Held a General's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
What's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

I watched the glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the Gods they made

I shouted out
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
Well after all
It was you and me

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game, ooh yeah

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails just call me Lucifer
I'm in need of some restraint

So if you meet me, have some courtesy
Have some sympathy and some taste
Use all your well learned politics
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, mmm yeah

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, mmm yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, get down
Woo hoo, ah yeah, get on down, oh yeah

Tell me, baby, what's my name?
Tell me, honey, baby guess my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name?
I'll ya one time you're to blame

What's my name?
Tell me, baby, what's my name?
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name?

Tuesday 25 July 2023

Thought for the Day

My job would be so much better if I didn't have to deal with people.

Monday 24 July 2023

The arse end of North Norfolk, Lesbian identity, survival, a long one, up Barbara's Brown Alley, and Kit's Bowie moment

Our hostess-with-the-mostest Paul Burston was in full sparkly getup as John-John, "Jurassic Paul" and I trolled into the nightclub Heaven on Friday for our first sojourn to "London's peerless gay literary salon" Polari in months...

It felt really good to be back and, as we joined our chums Emma and Toby at the front table, the air buzzed with anticipation.

After the customary welcome and intro, our first reader James McDermott took to the (dazzling) stage. Described by none other than "national treasure" Stephen Fry thus: "His eye, tone, language, wit, insights and power of expression are simply magnificent", he had a lot to live up to - and certainly did not disappoint! 

He read a selection of poems from his new anthology Wild Life, all about "the nature of queerness, the queerness of nature, and the queerness of ‘natural’ masculinity", against the backdrop of his native North Norfolk - and here are two of them:

Excellent stuff.

Diametrically opposite in tone, our next reader Lisa Luxx - poet, playwright, essayist and political activist of British and Syrian heritage, who also lectures on revolutionary poetics and queer theory - was much more intense and dramatic, reading a selection of her heartfelt poems (that were also helpfully projected on the big screen behind her) about love, longing, family and political conflict, such as this one:

we don’t make love we make live

it will be the days no one follows   I died
with   and was reborn   like they used to

the days when everyone will be drunk
            & asking each other for help

it will have been a long while since two
passers by bumped into each other

like flutes on a wind chime   knocking
accidental song out of a stranger’s body

two girls will be high as concrete
                                    summoning the moon

one will be knackered
from lugging sheet music out of rubble

the other
            will be holding up every shard
            of glass to the light
            looking for a scream
she may or may not have dropped here

with humidity blurring the mountains
            air con drip drips

                                    & I will roll
            up another one
                        stomach churning in the heat

these will be the days when bone collectors in
cufflinks order our nations to forget

            we will become sudden to remember
            one another   you & I
            a reunion resisting amnesia

then, I will be holding your small wet pulse
in my open jaw   looking at you like a dog
cradling in his mouth what he’s forbidden to chew

two startled creatures in cotton t-shirts
            practising being alive

With that one, and her equally memorable paean to sexuality Dyke, I was stunned. [Here's another one of hers - Lesbian - that is just as powerful but was not featured.]

Mr Burston returned to the stage to read a rather poignant piece - the epilogue to his memoir We Can Be Heroes, his account of survival against the odds of the combined challenges of the AIDS era, drugs and alcohol. He's proudly sober these days, and thrives on adrenaline rather than other substances, thank heavens!

Then it was time for Paul and his "partner-in-crime" Karen McLeod to announce the contenders for The Polari Prize:

The Polari First Book Prize Long List:

  • Love from the Pink Palace by Jill Nalder (Wildfire)
  • A Visible Man by Edward Enninful (Bloomsbury)
  • The Whale Tattoo by Jon Ransom (Muswell Press)
  • Whatever Happened to Queer Happiness by Kevin Brazil (Influx Press)
  • Rising of the Black Sheep by Livia Kojo Alour (Polari Press)
  • The New Life by Tom Crewe (Chatto & Windus)
  • None of the Above by Travis Alabanza (Canongate Books)
  • Orpheus Builds a Girl by Heather Parry (Gallic Books)
  • In Her Jaws by Rosamund Taylor (Banshee Press)
  • Is This Love? by CE Riley (Serpent’s Tail)
  • No Country for Girls by Emma Styles (Sphere)
  • Some Integrity by Padraig Regan (Carcanet Press)

The Polari Prize (book of the year, excluding debuts) Long List:

  • Fire Island by Jack Parlett (Granta Books)
  • A Working Class Family Ages Badly by Juno Roche (Dialogue Books)
  • Other People Manage by Ellen Hawley (Swift Press)
  • All Down Darkness Wide by Seán Hewitt (Jonathan Cape)
  • Young Mungo by Douglas Stuart (Picador)
  • Mother’s Boy by Patrick Gale (Tinder Press)
  • The School House by Sophie Ward (Corsair)
  • Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield (Picador)
  • Rookie by Caroline Bird (Carcanet Press)
  • Cells by Gavin McCrea (Scribe)
  • Screen Age by Fenton Bailey (Ebury Press)
  • Here Again Now by Okechukwu Nzelu (Dialogue Books)


Once the dust had settled after the break, Ms McLeod was nowhere to be found - and none other than Polari favourite Barbara Brownskirt barnstormed her way onto the stage, determined to read 125 poems from her "twenty-five unpublished works", starting (of course) with her tribute to her idol Judi! Judi! Judi! Dench!.

Other crowd-pleasers like Fabergé Eggs and Menopause were interspersed with some newer odes - including the bizarre Judi's U-bend and Sad Spare Room - from her latest anthology Brown Alley, with its accompanying launch video.

Utterly bonkers brilliance, as always!

And finally, it was time for the star turn - the artist also known as Ida Barr, Tina C, Fred Barnes and Christopher - Kit Green. A lovely person (and near neighbour to us here at Dolores Delargo Towers) we have followed Ida in particular for years - she was the pivotal moment at my sister's wedding reception!

Now a recording career in Kit's own name beckons, with a brand new album Always Here, from which they sang us a selection of fab songs.

The crowning glory was, however, a majestic cover of David Bowie's surprise 2013 single Where Are We Now? [little did we know at the time it was released that its lyrics were a portent of David's illness and death just three years later]. A tear came to my eye...

With rousing applause for Kit's excellent set, it was time for a (quite speedy, given the Friday night "curfew" - set by Heaven, so it could transform the place back into a nightclub) finale and curtain-call, and that was that for another night!

Another triumphal evening's entertainment.

We love Polari!

Almost unreal because of you

Monday again? So soon..?!

On this Tacky Music Monday, only Demis Roussos can save us now - but why is he wearing some tinfoil and riding a giant champagne cork?

Fuck only knows.

Dreamy? Some drug-induced nightmare more like!

Have a good week, dear reader...

Sunday 23 July 2023

Oh, the glamorous life

We've actually had a bit of a warm - if not consistently sunny - day today in the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers, finally catching up on little jobs that have been hanging around for too long (potting-on some rather root-bound specimens, clearing out dead stalks and leaves from the day lily, and so on). Very pleasant, indeed.

Time, methinks for another sojourn to exotic places in the company of glamorous people, and some easy listening "Sunday Music" - courtesy of the eternal geniuses over at Soft Tempo Lounge, of course:

It's an oldie, but a goodie!

[Music: Se nao fosse o se by Mario Albanese]

Saturday 22 July 2023

At Auntie's party tonight

On this wet, miserable, cold October July Saturday, I'm mostly lounging around the place listening to BBC Radio.

How about a little celebration of that Great British Institution by Iain Farrington - A Party with Auntie? That'll do nicely...

It may be a little unfair on our Yankee chums, but this piece contains no fewer than fifteen famous BBC programme themes - how many can you name?

Friday 21 July 2023

Lets you hide all the sadness you feel

RIP Mr Tony Bennett, the last of the crooners.

You will be sorely missed...

Oh, the good life, full of fun
Seems to be the ideal
Mm, the good life lets you hide
All the sadness you feel

Words are so easy to say, oh ah yeah

TFFT. The end of another week filled with joy and wonder crawls into view - and it's time to party, dear reader! John-John, Paul and I are off to or first Polari literary salon in months at Heaven nightclub tonight, so there's plenty to look forward to there. Meanwhile - Classic warning!

It celebrated its - gulp - thirtieth birthday this year.

As I said @adecadeago:

I bet Miss Robin S never realised at the time what a massive hit she had on her hands with Show Me Love. Nor, most probably, did she realise she would never have another song in the Top 10...

Thank Disco It's Friday!

Heartbreaks and promises
I've had more than my share
I'm tired of giving my love
And getting nowhere, nowhere

What I need is somebody
Who really cares
I really need a lover
A lover that wants to be there

It's been so long
Since I touched a wanting hand
I can't put my love on the line
That I hope you'll understand

So baby if you want me
You've got to show me love
Words are so easy to say, oh ah yeah
You've got to show me love

I'm tired of getting caught up
In those one night affairs
What I really need is somebody
Who will always be there

Don't you promise me the world
All that I've already heard
This time around for me baby
Actions speak louder than words

If you're looking for devotion, talk to me
Come with your heart in your hand
Because my love is guaranteed

So baby if you want me
You've got to show me love
Words are so easy to say, oh ah yeah
You've got to show me love

Show me, show me baby
You've got to give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me, yeah
I don't want no fakes, don't want no phoney
I need your love

Show me, show me, show me baby
Give it to me, give it to me
I am not a toy, I'm not a play thang
You've got to understand

If you're looking for devotion, talk to me
Come with your heart in your hand
Because my love is guaranteed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Have a good weekend, peeps!

Thursday 20 July 2023

Raindrops on roses

A view up my back passage.

Having been battered by gales under thick grey clouds for what seems like weeks, today is going to be a lovely summer day in London.

Shame I'll be trapped in the office instead of enjoying the scent of lilies wafting through the air and watching the bees and hoverflies making merry...

...hey ho. Here's a random discovery courtesy of the lovely Liza Tarbuck's show on Radio 2 - a most peculiar cover of an appropriate song for today:

Another one to add to our music library of oddities here at Dolores Delargo Towers, methinks.

Wednesday 19 July 2023

Gardeners’ World role-play

Just because your body is failing it doesn’t mean you aren’t still a highly sexual being. But you might find these erotic aids necessary.

Gardening kneeler
Ready to perform oral sex on your partner but worried about the havoc the floorboards will play with your creaking knees? Nip to the shed first and bring the foam kneeler back to the bedroom. You could even indulge in some kinky Gardeners’ World role-play while you’re at it.

Sugar-free lube
In your youth, you’d think nothing of going down on a partner mid-intercourse, and perhaps inadvertently ingesting some lubricant. However, now that your friend Martin has been diagnosed as pre-diabetic, you’re increasingly worried about your sugar intake. You don’t have it in your tea so you’re certainly not having it during sex.

Industrial strength underwired lingerie
It’s nice to dress up for your partner but now that middle-aged spread has really kicked in you can’t be doing with skimpy, lacy underwear. You need something that can hold those breasts in shape even when you’re hanging backwards off the bed. Marks & Spencer is your friend.

Shower handrail
Shower sex is dangerous at the best of times, but when you’re gruesomely unfit it’s lethal. Having something to grasp hold of will enable you to at least try to bang away safely, and it’s a good investment for when you’re genuinely geriatric and every shower is dicing with death.

You love wearing those sexy stilettos but they’re an arse to get on nowadays as you can’t bend like you used to. A shoehorn will enable you to slip them on with ease, and can also double as a paddle if your partner fancies some light spanking.

Massive vibrator
Yeah, it’s fun while you’re having sex, but a huge vibrating dildo really comes into its own for the middle-aged after the shagging has happened when you use it to massage your aching muscles. In fact, most of the time you forego the sex bit altogether, as there’s no pleasure greater than having your partner get those knots out of your lower back.

The Daily Mash

Of course.

Here's an appropriate number...

Monday 17 July 2023

If I invite a boy some night to dine on my fine finnan haddie

Oh, buggeration! It's Monday again. After a good weekend, including a visit from Mother - and decent enough weather to take her on a tour of the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers - I am not ready for all this.

Never mind, to cheer us up on this Tacky Music Monday, we have fur coats! Sequins! Luxury! Safety gays!

...and Mary Martin singing the filthy lyrics of My Heart Belongs to Daddy:

While tearing off a game of golf
I may make a play for the caddy
But when I do, I don’t follow through
‘cause my heart belongs to Daddy.

If I invite a boy some night
To dine on my fine finnan haddie
I just adore his asking for more
But my heart belongs to Daddy

Yes my heart belongs to Daddy
So I simply couldn’t be bad
Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da
So I want to warn you, laddie
Though I know you’re perfectly swell
But my heart belongs to Daddy
'cause my Daddy he treats it so well

There was a dame that at a football game
Made long for the strong undergraddie
I never dream of making the team
'cause my heart belongs to Daddy

Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
So I simply couldn’t be bad
Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da
So I want to warn you, laddie
Though I know you’re perfectly swell
That my heart belongs to Daddy
'cause my Daddy, he treats it so well

Far better than thinking about work!

Have a good week, dear reader.

Sunday 16 July 2023

Et donc, adieu à une icône de style

Sad news - one of the coolest people on the planet, style icon, actress and singer Jane Birkin has departed, in a cloud of Galoise-smoke, no doubt, for Fabulon.

Aptly described by the British ambassador to France as "the most French of British artists", she transcended the waif-like ingenue image that the media had created around her to carve her own niche, with or without the lover with whom she was most associated Serge Gainsbourg. Hermes famously created a best-selling bag named after her, fashion houses tried to ape her style, and she chose her own career path - not many actresses could say they'd worked in the super-cool French New Wave film era with the likes of with Agnès Varda and Jacques Rivette, and appeared in two uber-camp Poirot films (Death on the Nile and Evil Under the Sun).

Musically, she may have been launched into the spotlight thanks to the pseudo-orgasmic Je T’aime … Moi Non Plus, but she sustained a long and varied repertoire, releasing an album with fellow "cult French icon" Etienne Daho as recently as 2021.

Here are three clips of the lady herself - firstly in a collaboration with another véritable trésor national:

From a rather bewitching 2003 album of hers we have in our collection here at Dolores Delargo Towers, Arabesque:

And a cover of a song originally sung by fellow ex-pat in France, Petula Clark:

A great loss.

RIP, Jane Mallory Birkin, OBE (14th December 1946 – 16th July 2023)

Saturday 15 July 2023

Friday 14 July 2023

I'm crazy like a fool

It has been a real bind this week, dear reader - but at least we have a weekend in view to look forward to!

We are looking forward a visit from The Mother tomorrow, who, despite her frailty, will no doubt be critiquing our gardening skills. I don't think she'll find us wanting, I hope. 😁

Meanwhile, as it is indeed the time to stop thinking "spreadsheets" and start thinking "spangles and cocktails", let's wish many happy returns of the day to Miss Liz Mitchell - and Thank Disco It's Friday!

Have a great weekend, peeps!

Thursday 13 July 2023


The Sun is proudly surveying yet another brilliant piece of journalism that has benefited the whole nation.

The newspaper behind a whole series of scoops that have made Britain the country it is today is looking back over another story that proved to be largely false with a sense of inner satisfaction.

Journalist Julian Cook, whose family no longer speak to him, said: “The police said he’s done nothing illegal and he’s in hospital. Happy with that.

“Nothing gets you out of bed in the morning like thinking ‘Hey, I could ruin some lives today.’ Especially when it’s a much-loved news presenter with a history of severe depression, so you have to admit he deserved it.

“Does it live up to the triumphs of our past like smearing the Hillsborough dead, the entirely untrue Elton John rent boy revelations, and a decade of phone-hacking? I like to think so.

“People say ‘they’re only doing it to sell papers’. Well they’re the pricks, because sales are plummeting and have been for years. We’re in this because we still believe sheer malice can make a difference.

“Hmm, I vaguely fancy that actress. What? She’s only 19 and vaguely left-wing? Right, lads. Let’s fucking destroy her.”

The Daily Mash

Of course.

Wednesday 12 July 2023

Life in plastic, it's fantastic!

Forget Orange Day...

...the world appears to have gone PINK!

Read all about it in The Standard.

Only one more thing to play, really...

Tuesday 11 July 2023

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Monday 10 July 2023

Dimmi quando!

Bah! Monday again.

A lazy weekend has flown by and here we are again, scrubbing up for another joyous week in the office.

Often at the start of the week, my Tacky Music Monday feature revolves around an OTT song-and-dance number to raise the spirits...

...and sometimes, the number in question genuinely does deserve the epithet "tacky".

Like this!

If that didn't wake you up (even if only to run for the "stop" button), then nothing will!

Have a good week, dear reader...

Sunday 9 July 2023

Saturday 8 July 2023

I wanna be free, yeah, to feel the way I feel

Our lovely Phlox "Blue Boy" [STOP PRESS: that photo is actually “Blue Paradise”] has bounced back from being battered by torrential downpours!

I'm having a verrrrry slow day today, dear reader. It's the first weekend in ages when we have nothing in particular on (it was Pride last weekend, a visit from Canadian cousins the weekend before that and The Mikado the Saturday prior), the weather's been stormy and humid, and I really caught up on much-needed sleep (I didn't surface till 1.45pm!)...

A perfect excuse (if any were needed) for something in the "light music" genre - another remarkable work by another of our "house bands":


Friday 7 July 2023

Ah, let's give the boy a hand

You know you're getting old when... discover that "cult hero" Kevin Bacon turns 65 years old tomorrow!

Not the prettiest of the "Brat Pack" twinks (nor the least attractive either; Judd Nelson was never what I would call "cute"), nevertheless he has carved himself a very successful career in film and television, won loads of awards - and (of course) inspired the popular party game/"meme" Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon.

He always comes across as the kind of person who cheerfully takes the piss out of himself, and his guest appearance in The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special was very funny indeed. He's even advertising mobile phones over here in the UK!

Anyhoo, I digress...

Another weekend looms into view, the weather has finally turned a corner (we are expecting 29-30C (84-86F) today), and we need to start getting in the party mood, so [with a song from Mr Bacon's most famous film Footloose] - let's hear it for him, and Thank Disco It's Friday!

Many happy returns, Kevin Norwood Bacon (born 8th July 1958)

Thursday 6 July 2023

Planning your holidays?

Try sunny Blackpool, in 1957!

[For Mitzi]

Wednesday 5 July 2023

The thrills that you spill

Media whores!

In this gloomy middle-of-the-week moment, with grey clouds, wind, showers and a drop in temperatures, I think a selection of some of the "newer" choons that have caught my ear of late is in order...

First up, the official Pride in London anthem [we missed him live on stage in Trafalgar Square on Saturday, but hey ho]:

Here's a surprise - Steps' very own "Lulu impersonator" Claire has struck out on her own...

The bundle of joy that is Netta [Eurovision Song Contest winner in 2018] is back with a rather jolly new song:

Calming things down just a tad - here's a little something I discovered thanks to the Craig Charles Funk and Soul Show on BBC Radio 6 Music:

Keeping the mood on the mellow side, a choon that's definitely not new [it was recorded during lockdown at the outset of the COVID pandemic], but new to me, so that's all that matters. It's truly gorgeous:

Shooting us straight back to the electronic 1980s, here's the latest from the artist formerly known as "Bimbo Boy":

This young lady's new song was recently described thus: "brilliantly blends the grooves of Deee-Lite’s “Groove Is In The Heart” with references to the catchy beats of Crystal Waters‘ iconic dance track “Gypsy Woman.” It’s a perfect fusion that showcases her talent and love for the genre." I'll let you be the judge of that, dear reader. [I quite like it!]:

Speaking of "happiness", there is very little in this world that gives me as much joy as a new - and customarily bonkers - number from one of our "house bands" here at Dolores Delargo Towers...

And finally, a song that has very nearly, but not quite, lately rivalled Our Princess Kylie's Padam, Padam in the earworm stakes pour moi:

As ever, dear reader, let me know your thoughts...