Friday, 20 March 2026

Totally at your whim


"If I ruled the world, every day would be the first day of Spring..."

Hoorah! The weekend's almost upon us - and, for a change a) we have no events, exhibitions, parties or anything planned; and b) the forecast is for more sunshine!

I think a little celebration is in order - and since it happened to have been the (gulp) 80th birthday yesterday of the sole surviving Pointer Sister, Ruth Pointer, let's give the girls the spotlight to shimmy in, and...

...Thank Disco It's Friday!

Have a great weekend, dear reader!

Thursday, 19 March 2026

Of a bonk-buster queen, floral vibrators, a radio legend, reincarnated Daleks, snake oil, a cuddly rat and wife-carrying


I'm very sad to discover that the very lovely Lauren Henderson aka "Rebecca Chance", doyenne of the "bonk-buster", Polari stalwart, raconteur and very funny lady has departed for Fabulon, aged just 59. A great loss. RIP.

It's another snippets post, dear reader:

  • Catch that buzz news: Attendees at this year's Royal Horticultural Society Chelsea Flower Show (from 19th to 23rd May) may be in for a double shock - there will be a sex-themed garden on show sponsored by a company that sells vibrators(!) and the "ban on garden gnomes" has been lifted. Not sure which is going to cause the most uproar amongst the blue-rinse brigade!
  • Another sad departure news: The utterly faboo Liza Tarbuck, host of our absolute favourite Radio 2 show every Saturday, is leaving after 14 years at the helm. Nobody understands quite why, least of all Michael Hogan in The Telegraph, who wrote:
    The funniest show on British radio is no more. News that the unfailingly hilarious Liza Tarbuck has left her Saturday evening programme on Radio 2 after 14 glorious years has left listeners distraught and colleagues stunned. The talent exodus from BBC radio in recent years has been worrying enough. Tarbuck’s exit represents another nail in the coffin... there remains an air of mystery around the reasons for Tarbuck’s typically unconventional departure, which seems to have blind-sided bosses. Had the 61-year-old broadcaster fallen foul of BBC management? Are rumblings of ageism relevant? Does that enigmatic line, “imagine what else we could do”, tease a surprise new chapter for this maverick talent? There are few clues at this stage.

    ... Since 2012, Tarbuck’s joyous blend of eclectic songs and freewheeling chat sound-tracked listeners’ Saturday sundowners, supper-making or domestic pottering... So how did a weekly gossip session, helmed by a self-effacing midlife woman, become appointment listening for so many? It was all down to the riotous brand of mayhem and mirth that Tarbuck created. It’s not hyperbole to describe her as one of our last radio geniuses. This is why her loss to the national airwaves is so deeply sad. If the Corporation can’t retain such one-off broadcasters, we all suffer.

  • Exterminate!? - not quite - news: Two lost episodes of Doctor Who featuring old foes the Daleks, unseen since airing in the 1960s have been discovered in a cardboard box belonging to a deceased film aficionado - and one of the co-stars (alongside the First Doctor William Hartnell) of that early series, the [gulp!] 87-year-old Peter Purves was treated to a surprise showing at the premiere of the restored archives at a cinema in Leicester, where they were found. Regeneration, indeed.
  • Snake oil news: Want to lose weight? Try ingesting extract of python! There's no mention of side-effects. A sudden craving for live mice, perhaps?
  • G'Day, Possum! news: A real, live possum startled shop staff when they discovered it hiding amongst the stuffed toys on display at the main airport in Tasmania, Australia. Beats bloody Labubu dolls, hands down!
  • And finally: A Finnish couple won a barrel of local ale after finishing first in the the annual UK Wife Carrying Race! I said Dorking was a strange place...

And the weather? Bloody lovely - just in time for the Spring Equinox tomorrow!

Wednesday, 18 March 2026

Both at the same time!

An outbreak of decent weather has inspired truly heartbreaking levels of joy across the UK.

With temperatures bordering on the pleasant, Britons are scampering in circles like over-enthusiastic termites, hardly knowing what to do with themselves.

Sales co-ordinator Emma Bradford said: “I’ve bought a straw hat and a Summer Fruits Oasis in anticipation of the first beam of sunlight penetrating the dense wall of grey cloud which has been overhead for five months.

“Let me just check out the window. Here it comes. Oh my.”

Office worker Tom Logan added: “It’s warm and sunny! Not just warm or sunny, but both at the same time.

“I’m going to eat my lunch outside with my sleeves rolled up to my elbows. And you can’t get much better than that.

“Everything’s going to be alright forever.”

The Daily Mash

Of course.

[The "real" news]

Tuesday, 17 March 2026

A marvellous party - S'Wonderful!

What a lovely weekend we had in "The Home of the Cock", Dorking, to celebrate the entry into dotage of our old, old, old friend Lou!

Madam Arcati and I had eschewed the preferred choice of a Travelodge, where a few of the gang stayed, in favour of the rather lovely White Horse Inn slap bang in the centre of the old town [as had John-John] - and we were very glad we did, as the room was lovely and quiet, the bed was the most comfortable we'd ever slept on, the shower was brilliant (as were the towels) and, had we only managed to get the mysteriously gadgety coffee machine to work in the morning, it would rate as the most enjoyable hotel stay we've had in years.

By the nature of its location, it also became the de facto watering-hole for the "gathering of the clans". As we did, before trolling off to the birthday girl's party venue down the road.

She certainly seems to know everyone in town, as the place was packed! Just as well, as someone needed to eat the completely OTT cheese buffet:

A good time was had by all. We were there to the bitter end, by which time we'd drunk the bar dry!

However, the fun didn't end there...


...for on Sunday, after having been unceremoniously roused from my slumber in order to yomp up a hill and join the remains of the gang [several had already headed home] for breakfast [all I really wanted was a gallon of coffee, tbh, but I managed to eat a few solids], and after a few "hairs of the dog" back in the White Horse, we had a matinee to go to at the faboo Dorking Halls - for 100 Years of Big Bands with the LP Swing Orchestra!

“Swing, sophistication and sass. The ultimate orchestra with an unrivalled sound.” - Dame Joan Collins

In its thirty-five year history, the 17-piece Len Phillips Big Band has played numerous prestigious venues, large (The Royal Albert Hall, The Ritz) and small (they have a long-standing residency with Warner Hotels), and collaborated with numerous famous names including the Puppini Sisters, Clare Teal, Joe Stilgoe, Gary Wilmot, Len Goodman, Paul Jones and Mica Paris. In 2021, the band rebranded and updated to become the LP Swing Orchestra.

Joining them, and their multi-talented MC, conductor, cornetist and occasional vocalist Georgina Jackson were two very splendid vocalists...

Matt Ford, famous for his appearances on BBC Radio 3's Friday Night is Music Night, and his work with the Syd Lawrence Orchestra, the John Wilson Orchestra (including at The Proms), amongst many other achievements, is certainly a most versatile swing vocalist, taking on the styles and mannerisms of everyone from Cab Calloway to Sinatra to Sammy Davis Junior to Michael Buble with aplomb. He was fab!

However, it was Nicola Emmanuelle with her crystal clear voice who really stole the show! A stalwart of jazz and swing ensembles including the LSPO, she famously starred as Ella Fitzgerald in The Rat Pack in the West End - and indeed, when she sang, it was as if a young Ella was actually there in person on stage in Dorking!

As it "said on the tin", we were treated to a cornucopia of Big Band swing numbers; everything from the early days of the Paul Whiteman Orchestra, Louis Armstrong and the aforementioned Cab Calloway, through the golden age of Harry James, Duke Ellington, Stan Kenton, Gene Krupa, Benny Goodman and Glenn Miller, to the post-war era of The Rat Pack, Count Basie, Peggy Lee and Ella's "Great American Songbooks", and the "leaner years" - up against the rise of Rock'n'Roll and Pop music - with Henry Mancini and Maynard Ferguson, all the way to the more modern revivalists like Michael Bublé and Harry Connick Jr.

Utterly brilliant! Understandably, after lunchtime libations, we were up and dancing in the aisles...

...but meeting the adorable Miss Emmanuelle after the show was the icing on the cake:

The perfect way to end a great weekend!

The wearing of the green

Yes, it's Paddy's Day again! Time for everyone to pretend they have any kind of connection with the Irish, as an excuse to dress in green and get utterly mullered on Guinness.

It's also time for the very welcome return of these two lovely laddies - with the fanciest footwork and the bulgiest trouser-fronts the Emerald Isle has to offer!

Sláinte!

Monday, 16 March 2026

Mozart's spinning in his grave

After a lovely weekend in Dorking for Lou's 60th [more on all that later, no doubt], it's back to the same old shit-show again...

...but there is salvation at hand on this Tacky Music Monday, courtesy of a little something from the archives.

How about Belgium's answer to Anthea Turner murdering a beautiful aria by Mozart - and with a dance remix?!

If this doesn't wake you up, nothing will!

Have a good week, dear reader.

Saturday, 14 March 2026

The fire in your eyes

Happy (belated) [it was actually on 12th, but the party's tonight] 60th birthday, Lou!

Once a Goth, always a Goth...

...and here's the "Gothiest" of all Goth anthems, by way of a celebration:

Oh, the heads that turn
Make my back burn
And those heads that turn
Make my back, make my back burn

The sparkle in your eyes
Keeps me alive
And the sparkle in your eyes
Keeps me alive, keeps me alive

The world
And the world turns around
The world and the world, yeah
The world drags me down

Oh, the heads that turn
Make my back burn
And those heads that turn
Make my back, make my back burn, yeah

Yeah-hey...

The fire in your eyes
Keeps me alive
And the fire in your eyes
Keeps me alive
I'm sure in her you'll find
The sanctuary
I'm sure in her you'll find
The sanctuary

And the world
The world turns around
And the world and the world
The world drags me down
And the world and the world and the world
The world turns around
And the world and the world and the world and the world
The world drags me down

Sanctuary
Sanctuary

Indeed.

"Normal" service might be resumed tomorrow on our return from Dorking. Or maybe not. We'll see how it goes...

Friday, 13 March 2026

Her look? She's giving princesa!

Another Friday the Thirteenth? This must be a very bad year for paraskevidekatriaphobics... Good job I'm not superstitious. Touch wood.

The weekend will soon be upon us, and for a change we do have a genuine party to go to - for our friend Lou will be celebrating her (gulp) 60th tomorrow, and we're all travelling from across the country to her home town of Dorking to celebrate.

Meanwhile, something (ahem!) subtle is in order, to get us in the mood - so Thank Disco Cha Cha It's Friday!

Have a great weekend, dear reader!

Thursday, 12 March 2026

A case of "nobody knows why she's not yet a dame" (and Oklahoma!)

Secrets & Lies, Topsy-Turvy, Cranford, Poirot, Harlots, Phantom Thread, The Crown, Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris, myriad theatre productions - she's done it all. One of our most admired actresses Lesley Manville is 70 years old today! Gulp.

She's a great chat show guest, too:

Many happy returns, Lesley Ann Manville (born 12th March 1956)


Miss Manville happens to share her day with a number of assorted "names" - notably our Patron Saint Liza Minnelli [and you can read my tribute to her today over at the Dolores Delargo Towers Museum of Camp] - including Edward Albee, Agathe von Trapp (yes - of those Von Trapps), Googie Withers, Jack Kerouac, Graham Coxon of Blur, Thomas Arne (of Rule, Britannia fame), James Taylor, Al Jarreau, the decadent poet Gabriele D'Annunzio, Steve Harris of Iron Maiden, Dame Virginia Bottomley, David Mellor, Dame Karen Bradley, and - ahem - Amy Winehouse's ex Pete Doherty...

...and this classy gentleman, born 105 years ago today! Altogether, now, "Don't throw pork pies at me...":

Albert Gordon MacRae (12th March 1921 – 24th January 1986)

Wednesday, 11 March 2026

Of hats, gnomes, Selena Gomez, Surrealist couture, lesbian choreography and an asteroid


It's Ladies' Day at Cheltenham Festival!

Another snippets post, dear reader:

  • The "shoe hat" comes to town news: The next major exhibition to set us salivating with anticipation is Schiaparelli: Fashion Becomes Art, which is coming to the V&A from 28th March 2026. I cannot wait to see all that sumptuous shocking pink, Surrealism and style on show... “We try to walk a fine line between humour and camp” - Daniel Roseberry, creative director of the House of Schiaparelli. I'd expect nothing less!
  • Lesbians in tights news: The famed Gentleman Jack, the TV dramatisation of the scandalous tell-all diaries of "the first modern lesbian" Anne Lister, has been adapted again... as a ballet!
  • And finally: A giant asteroid that scientists feared might hit Earth, or maybe the moon, is now - thanks to new observations from the James Webb Space Telescope - predicted to miss both targets completely. Phew!

And the weather? Almost Spring-like, but more rain is on its way. Dammit.

Tuesday, 10 March 2026

Critical journeys..?

War with Iran is disrupting fuel supplies worldwide, with the RAC urging Britons to drive less. Unfortunately impossible when you have to make critical journeys like these:

Impressing non-existent girls
Young men driving around small towns to impress hot girls is a key mating activity, though hot girls often refuse to line the streets staring at cars for hours and you may encounter none. Nonetheless, groups of four men in a 2007 Citroën Saxo will continue because it works in Fast & Furious films.

Buying a single tin of tomatoes
You’ve committed to making forgettable spag bol and you’re fucked if you’re going to spend 90 seconds rethinking your food plans, so driving to a shop 500 yards away is unavoidable. Offset the wastefulness of this journey by picking up a few other things that would facilitate easy meals in the near future? Nah. You’ve got a car.

Collecting a takeaway
Sure, the takeaway does deliveries, but them you’ve got to either pay a £3.50 delivery fee or take your order up to £20 with stuff you don’t want, the leftovers of which will look disgusting in the fridge the next day and make you doubt the wisdom of getting takeaways three nights a week. Better for everyone you collect it.

The school run
Non-parents can’t understand the joyous convenience of getting rid of all the little bastards in one roundabout journey, rather than trailing along while they marvel at the wonders of nature and shit. Explain you only have one life and you can’t spend it waiting for an eight-year-old to get bored of looking at dew on a bloody spider’s web.

Listening to techno in a supermarket car park
Not the activity of the average Volvo owner, but but if you’re a 17-year-old with a modded hatchback you absolutely will drive to a deserted car park at night to listen to music in the cold. Donuts may be involved, but it’s still a miserable activity that would be considered unacceptably cruel if the state made petty offenders do it.

Taking your kids to activities they hate and will give up
If middle-class, transporting your progeny to lessons they hate is 80 per cent of every evening. Whether piano lessons or gymnastics, whether Scouts or tap dance, it’s pointless and necessary. A longitudinal study of what proportion of children made to learn the violin play it in adulthood should be carried out. The economy of north London would collapse.

The Daily Mash

Of course.

Monday, 9 March 2026

Everything that's wonderful is sure to come your way

How these weekends run away with us - a day with Mother and a fabulous fashion exhibition, a day of relaxation, and it's back to work again.

Ho hum.

Never mind, on this Tacky Music Monday we have something unforgivingly chirpy to get us going, courtesy of last Saturday's birthday girl Donna Loren (here with Darlene Love and The Blossoms, the Wellingtons and The Shindig dancers). It's exhausting:

Sunshine? Lollipops? Rainbows? We wish we had any of those today instead of greyness.

Have a good week, dear reader.

Sunday, 8 March 2026

Get me a bromide - and put some gin in it

It's International Women's Day today, dear reader.

What better way to celebrate than with the faboo Steve Hayes aka "Tired Old Queen at the Movies", and his review of an all-time (camp) classic movie, that features an all-female cast..?

Now there's a film that is an eternal source of quotable quotes:

  • "You simply must see my hairdresser, I DETEST whoever does yours."
  • "She’s got those eyes that run up and down a man like a searchlight."
  • "Get me a bromide - and put some gin in it."
  • "He almost stood me up for his wife!"
  • "Isn’t that (nail polish) divine? Jungle red!" "Looks like you’ve been tearing at somebody's throat!"
  • "Oh, poor creatures. They’ve lost their equilibrium because they’ve lost their faith in love. Oh l’amour, l’amour."
  • "Where I spit no grass grows ever!"
  • "Oh, she can’t help it. It’s just her tough luck that she wasn’t born deaf and dumb."
  • "When anything I wear doesn’t please Stephen, I take it off."
  • "There is a name for you, ladies, but it isn’t used in high society... outside of a kennel!"

Love it!

Saturday, 7 March 2026

From Bermondsey to Capri


Cosprop storeroom - a dressing-up box writ large

Having not long got in after a lovely day with Mother - we all went along to see the superb Costume Couture: Sixty Years of Cosprop exhibition at the Fashion and Textile Museum, on its last weekend [more on that later, no doubt] - then after seeing her safely off on the train back to Portsmouth, drinkies and nibbles (chips) in the Wetherspoons at Waterloo, there's still time to enjoy a little wallow in the goings-on of beautiful people in exotic locations, courtesy of the simply faboo Soft Tempo Lounge:

Oh, that's better...

[Music: Orchester Franco Taormina - Tabatuajara; Original film: Il suo nome è Donna Rosa (1969)]

Friday, 6 March 2026

Emotion overload

Sigh. Yet again, the warm, sunny weather saved itself for midweek, and now we're heading to the weekend... it's raining!

It matters not - we still have two days away from this drudgery, and a party to plan! To get us in the mood, here's a fab 80s dance classic from tomorrow's birthday girl [from back in the day, 38 years ago, when she still had her own face!].

Leg-warmers and day-glo at the ready, girls - Thank Disco It's Friday!

I feel the night explode
When we're together
Emotion overload
In the heat of pleasure

Take me I'm yours
Into your arms
Never let me go
Tonight i really need to know

Tell it to my heart
Tell me I'm the only one
Is this really love or just a game?
Tell it to my heart
I can feel my body rock
Every time you call my name

The passion's so complete
It's never ending
As long as i receive
The message you're sending

Body to body
Soul to soul
Always feel you near
So say the words i long to hear

Tell it to my heart
Tell me I'm the only one
Is this really love or just a game?
Tell it to my heart
I can feel my body rock
Every time you call my name

Love love on the run
Breakin' us down
Though we keep holdin' on
I don't want to lose
No i can't let you go

Tell it to my heart
Tell me I'm the only one
Is this really love or just a game?
Tell it to my heart
I can feel my body rock
Every time you call my name

Tell it to my heart
Tell me from the start
Tell it to my heart
Tell it to my heart
Tell me from the start
Tell it to my heart
Never make it stop
Oh take it to the heart

Tell it to my heart
Tell me I'm the only one
Is this really love or just a game?
Tell it to my heart
I can feel my body rock
Every time you call my name
Tell it to my heart
Tell me I'm the only one
Is this really love or just a game?
Tell it to my heart

Have a great weekend, peeps!

Thursday, 5 March 2026

¡Nuevas melodías!


Madonna, GaGa and Christina Aguilera approve.

Frustratingly, it was a delightful Spring day today while I was stuck in the benighted office...

How about a little selection of the "newer" music that has caught my ear of late, to cheer things up a bit?

To open proceedings, here's a queen who's definitely overdosed on old Todrick Hall videos:

Next - quite a surprise, as the artist formerly known as "Sporty Spice" makes a very welcome return, more than twenty years since her last solo Top Ten hit. Why no video? It's a mystery. Great song, though!

Side-stepping a little bit from the mainstream, it's always good to know that the icon that is Iggy Pop can still be dragged out into the light to make new music. When it's the eccentric Anna Calvi doing the asking, I guess it's hard to resist...

Our absolute favourite Spanish goths-turned-dance-act Fangoria never fail to please - and I adore their new one! "A little bit of everything", apparently:

Miss Jessie Ware is rapidly becoming a firm favourite here at Dolores Delargo Towers, and for the video for her latest faboo (Ennio Morricone western-inspired) choon, she's only gone and roped-in [geddit?] the lovely James Norton as "The Cowboy". Lucky bitch!

And finally - saving the best to last, I am eternally grateful to our Blogger chum Mr DeVice for alerting me to this one! A meeting of true minds, where Neath's finest son and the legend that is Ana Matronic are concerned, methinks:

My kind of evening!

As ever, dear reader, I love to hear your thoughts...


STOP PRESS:

The UK's entry for Eurovision in May has been announced. I love it!

Wednesday, 4 March 2026

Of micropenis, even faster fast-food, gold water, Chelsea Girl, books, pies and Scopitone


"Starmer's no Churchill? Trump's no Roosevelt, either."

It's another snippets post, dear reader:

  • Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion news: RIP Bernard Lewis, founder of Chelsea Girl boutiques - that became River Island, still on our high streets today - who has died just after reaching his 100th birthday.
  • What's a book, Mummy? news: Tomorrow is World Book Day, the celebration of which generally revolves around teeny children dressing as their "favourite story-book character". Many people are beginning to question whether this actually succeeds in its aim to get more kids reading books at all. Or are they just posing for photos for their parents' Instagram?
  • Yum news: We're in the middle of British Pie Week - and my mission tomorrow is to go and buy one for our dinner! Steak & Kidney, Steak & Ale, Chicken & Ham? Choices, choices...
  • And finally: Among another oddly-matched assortment of birthdays, including Sir Patrick Moore, Paula Prentiss, Dieter Meier of Yello, Patsy Kensit, Chris Rea, Emilio Estefan, Joan Greenwood, Dame Penny Mordaunt, Alan Sillitoe, Miriam Makeba, Pearl White, Kenny Dalglish, Bernard Haitink, Sam Taylor-Johnson, Bobby Womack, Kay Lenz, Chaz Bono, Mike Moran and - erm - Shakin'-bloody-Stevens, we find "Scopitone Queen" Miss Barbara McNair - and she's just what we need:

And the weather? Supposed to have been Spring-like and sunny, but all we got in London was greyness...

Tuesday, 3 March 2026

At an undignified age?

Pete Tong, once the Pied Piper of the rave generation, is now 65 and still doing it. And DJ isn’t the only job it’s tricky to be old and wizened in, as these celebs have learned:

Tamara Beckwith: it girl
Being quite pretty, reasonably posh and going to parties isn’t the most solid basis for a career, and Tamara’s has gone off the boil somewhat at the age of 55. Could she have a second coming as a glamorous elder advertising Saga holidays, walk-in baths and bedside commodes to the Met Bar set, or will the All Saints steal those jobs?

Pete Tong: DJ
Clubbing is inherently a young person’s activity, due to the lateness and Ministry of Sound not doing ‘pie and a pint’ nights. Pete seems to be coping but you know as he spins the latest Afro house tune that inwardly he’s muttering ‘in my day music had a bloody tune you could whistle, like DJ Misjah & DJ Tim’s Access.

Harrison Ford: action hero
Action roles are a problem for geriatrics, and Harrison neglected to cultivate a long-running role where he moves around sedately like Patrick Stewart as Professor X. He broke a leg filming The Force Awakens and tore a shoulder muscle in the last Indiana Jones, and in both films the expression on his face made it abundantly clear it was not worth it.

Pamela Anderson: Baywatch babe
Sex symbol is a tough career post-menopause. The media loves to shame female celebs who refused to halt the ageing process almost as much as those who did. Pammie’s brief, fake relationship with Liam Neeson was treated with the same condescension as when eldsters shack up in the nursing home. Not great when you’re only 58.

James Brown: lad guru
Loaded editor James Brown was central to laddism in the 90s. Now he’s forced to constantly relive those years in every single interview, like some hellish Groundhog Day where he has to talk about trainers, football and Jo Guest in an unending loop.

John Lydon: punk
Ideally punks die young like Sid Vicious or Johnny Thunders, because the alternatives are becoming a sellout with a mortgage or continually trying to shock others at an undignified age. John chose the latter, but is supporting Brexit and Trump shocking from an old white man? The only thing stopping him becoming a golf club bore are his fucking stupid clothes.

Zoe Ball: ladette
Zoe was dubbed a ‘ladette’ in the 90s and to this day the media refer to it constantly despite her now being mumsier than your mum. Unfair to expect a 55-year-old to lead a party lifestyle when hangovers do not seem survivable and the entire bill at Glastonbury is less alluring than your own soft bed.

The Daily Mash

Of course.

Monday, 2 March 2026

Daft Monday

Sigh. Monday again.

It's been a relaxing weekend. Indeed, Saturday's drizzly, windy weather meant we hardly got much done in the garden (nor indoors, for that matter). Yesterday, we finally got to see the V&A's latest landmark exhibition Marie Antoinette Style [more on that later, no doubt]. Then boom! It's all over.

Never mind, eh? Life's always good when on a Tacky Music Monday I can share a little something I have discovered, by way of a wake-up call! It's a slice of video genius, combined with an old fave from a lounge-music-cover aficionado:

Such profound lyrics. Such a superb video.

Have a good week, dear reader.

Sunday, 1 March 2026

Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Hapus!


The lovely "Tete-a-Tete" daffs in the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers never fail to cheer us up

Happy St David's Day, dear reader!

Who better to celebrate it with than not one, but two, of Wales' greatest vocal sons, Bryn Terfel and the ever-lovely Tom Jones, reminiscing about their (our) shared homeland?

Aw, there's lovely, innit?