Monday, 8 December 2025

Puts a tingle in your fingers and a tingle in your feet


Sigh. Back to the old routine...

After a weekend of Cecil Beaton followed by storms, and with the Madam's sister Carol being here until tomorrow, I really am not in the mood for work today. At all!

However, life goes on. It pays the bills. And it is the centenary today of one of the greatest "triple threats" ever ["triple threat" = a performer who can act, dance, and sing], Mr Sammy Davis Junior!

On this Tacky Music Monday, I think, by way of a tribute, I need this! It's my favourite of all his roles...

Have a good week, dear reader.

Sunday, 7 December 2025

Cavorting? In this weather?

Having had a very disturbed sleep - the vile granddad next door started shouting in Bulgarian into his phone at around 6am, and did not stop to take breath for the next five hours - when I'd finally had enough and eventually surfaced, I found it was pissing down again (and had been for hours), making even going outside for a fag a complete bind. Suffice to say, it didn't put me in the best of moods...

Never mind, eh, let's have another wallow in the glamorous lives of beautiful people cavorting in exotic, sunnier climes, shall we - courtesy of the ever-faboo Soft Tempo Lounge:

Ah, that's better.

[Music: 00:00 Rolf Rosemeier And His Orchestra - No Escape (Theme From Subterfuge); 02:00 Gorni Kramer - Donna]

Saturday, 6 December 2025

No slave of the ordinary

“Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary.”

Words to live by! Indeed, Cecil Beaton was certainly no "slave of the ordinary". From the Sitwells to the Jaggers, from Hollywood royalty to the late HM the Queen, from Garbo to Monroe, from Coward to Capote, from Lord Mountbatten to Tallulah Bankhead, he knew (and photographed) them all.

Cecil Beaton's first love, of course, was... Cecil Beaton - and no doubt he would have loved the fact that the first major exhibition mounted by the National Portrait Gallery in the heart of London since re-opening after a major refurb was a tribute to him, his work, and his life! And so it was that Hils, Crog, John-John, Bence, Madam Arcati and I went to see it today.

It was delightful - everything from his "Bright Young Things" era, through Vogue fashion shoots, the War, Hollywood and semi-respectable old age was on show. Here's a mere soupçon...

I was drooling over the sheer camp decadence and magnificence of it all...

Cecil Beaton’s Fashionable World is on at the National Portrait Gallery until 11th January 2026 - catch it if you can!

[clcik any pic to embiggen]

Friday, 5 December 2025

We had it all - thirteen inches!

Another dull, tedious week in work drags its sorry arse to a close... Thank gawd!

I think we deserve a paaaarty!

This is more often than not the traditional spot where I hanker after spangles, sequins and cheesy bells-and-whistles, and post something of that ilk - but how about on this occasion we ramp up the ante a little? I've been trawling through the archives, and stumbled across a choon that I loved twelve years ago - and, unsurprisingly, it got me "moving in a rhythmical fashion" [see Mr DeVice's recent post for the discussion on that] all over again!

Thank Disco House It's Friday!

Have a faboo weekend, dear reader!


FOOTNOTE:

It's Krampusnacht again!!

Let's revisit that thirteen-inch tongue...

[Click the "Krampus" label at the foot of this post for more on him.]

Thursday, 4 December 2025

Of eggs, couture, animal antics, golden hare, golden balls and whoring


A crystal Faberge egg studded with diamonds commissioned by a Russian tsar that sold for a record £22.9m ($30m) at auction in London. I think it looks like a soap dish with a "Wade Whimsy" inside!

It's another snippets post, dear reader:


Wise words

  • And, finally - literature: I recently stumbled across an interview from 2021 with the legendary US gay author John Rechy (who was 94 earlier this year), and was particularly taken with a couple of quotes...

    • "It [the phrase “sex worker”] drives me mad. A sex worker takes the prostitution out of the thing. I remember when a collection of my essays was being published and they referred to me as an “ex-sex worker” and I said, “No way, no way, please. Call me a whore, a prostitute, anything but sex worker.” It disrespects the proud tradition of whoring."

    • "I will never call myself a queer. That word is one of the things that I detest that has happened, and it’s almost being forced now. For me, you cannot separate that word from the hatred and violence that once accompanied it. When I read it being used in The New York Times, I think, “It’s their word and they can fucking have it all they want.” I will never use “queer.” It’s an ugly word."

Amen to that:

Yes, Sir!

And the weather? Pissing down again.

Wednesday, 3 December 2025

Beef

Fancy a nibble on some buns? Maybe a slab of bratwurst?

Good news - birthday girl Jaye P. Morgan (94 today) is Cooking with Beefcake!


I can't imagine the saintly Delia Smith doing that.

Tuesday, 2 December 2025

Reap the whirlwind

Retailers launch Fuck You, We're Jacking The Price Right Up Tuesday
After Black Friday and Cyber Monday, today sees the launch of a new retail event where prices are brought right back up to meet Q4 profit targets.

Physical and online shops have happily announced that shoppers have had their chance to enjoy large discounts, cannot say they were not warned and goods will now cost up to 50 per cent more because they have shareholders to keep happy.

Retail CEO Martin Bishop said: “Delayed picking up a bargain over the weekend because you thought the low, low prices would last another week? Well, fuck you.

“We weren’t bluffing. We’ve got bills to pay and bonuses to make. How do you expect us to do that when we’re shifting air fryers at a 40 per cent discount? Be reasonable.

“Those offers were genuine. You scorned them. And now you reap the whirlwind. Christmas is coming and we’re here to claim what’s rightfully ours, namely your hard-earned cash.

“What’s that? It seems to you prices have been inflated well beyond their original value? Yep. That’s just part of the Fuck You, We’re Jacking The Price Right Up Tuesday fun. See you next year.”

Shopper Nikki Hollis said: “I am excited to take part in this fiscal event. I hope the shops play Christmas music.”

The Daily Mash

Of course.

Monday, 1 December 2025

I wouldn't say I invented tacky, but I definitely brought it to its present high popularity

  • "Don't I look fabulous? I'm a triumph of science and fiction."
  • "Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world."
  • "I have my standards. They're low, but I have them."
  • "I wouldn't say I invented tacky, but I definitely brought it to its present high popularity."
  • "Trust your talent. You don't have to make a whore of yourself to get ahead. You really don't."
  • "Get the trash off the street and back on the stage where it belongs."
  • "Underneath all this drag, I'm really a librarian, you know."
  • "Thank God for the gays. I don't know what would have happened but I know what did happen. Good for them and good for me."
  • "I'm working my way toward divinity."
  • "Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke!"

Lordy! Our Patron Saint of Boobs, The Divine Miss M herself, Bette Midler is 80 years old today!

To mark the auspicious occasion, on this Tacky Music Monday, how about a triple-bill wake-up call?

That'll do nicely...

And, finally - Ms Midler's alter-ego, the character who inspired my entire blog!

Unbeatable.

Many happy returns, Bette Midler (born 1st December 1945)