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:

The Cult - She Sells Sanctuary

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...

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!

AB Soto - Cha Cha Bitch (official video)

Have a great weekend, dear reader!

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:

The Graham Norton Show: Judi Dench Made Lesley Manville Laugh So Hard She Wet Herself

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

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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...":

Gordon MacRae and Shirley Jones - People Will Say We're In Love

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

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 Gnome Guard news: A couple in Dorking have won the right to keep a flower bed as their land after a neighbour tried to claim it as their own, by digging up all their plants and replacing them with a garden gnome!
• Selena Gomez helps catch possums news: Invasive possums from Australia have become a major pest in neighbouring New Zealand - but the best bait for their traps turns out to be a cinnamon-flavoured Oreo biscuit, as promoted by hamster-faced superstar Selena Gomez! The lady herself has so far declined to comment...

• 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.

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.

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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:

Donna Loren - Sunshine, Lollipops & Rainbows

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

Have a good week, dear reader.

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..?

Steve Hayes: Tired Old Queen at the Movies - The Women

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!

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 day [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:

Soft Tempo Lounge - The Boy from Capri

Oh, that's better...

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

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!

Taylor Dayne - Tell It to My Heart

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!

¡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:

Boy Blu - Platinum Pleasure

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!

Melanie C - What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

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...

Anna Calvi feat. Iggy Pop - God’s Lonely Man

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:

Fangoria - Un poco todo

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!

Jessie Ware - Ride

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:

Bright Light Bright Light & Ana Matronic - Cold Sweat, Hot Boys

My kind of evening!

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

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STOP PRESS:

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

Look Mum No Computer - Eins, Zwei, Drei [United Kingdom entry, Eurovision Song Contest 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:

• "How cute, a second belly-button" news: A competition no man wants to enter, let alone win: a North Carolina man has publicly claimed he has the world’s smallest penis, and he’s challenging anyone on earth to prove him wrong. "Get the fuck outta here!"
• I wonder where they got that idea from? news: Purveyor of greasy pastry-based comestibles Greggs has announced it will introduce vending machines for its products in some locations in the UK. Have they never been to Amsterdam? FEBO, anyone?
• Fool's gold news: The Japanese city of Osaka has received a gift of gold bars worth 560 million yen (around £2,700,000) from an anonymous donor asking for its specific use: to fix its dilapidated water pipes. Copper not good enough?

• 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:

Barbara McNair - The Best Is Yet To Come

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

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.

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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:

Señor Coconut - Around the World [Daft Punk Cover]

Such profound lyrics. Such a superb video.

Have a good week, dear reader.

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?

Tom Jones and Bryn Terfel - Green Green Grass Of Home

Aw, there's lovely, innit?