Showing posts with label Al Pillay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Al Pillay. Show all posts

Wednesday, 12 March 2025

Definitely not "homogenised and boring"!

“Dress as though your life depends on it or don’t bother!”

That was the mantra of the ultimate dressing-up queen, Leigh Bowery - and it was he and his circle of misfits and remarkable creatives around which the simply faboo exhibition Outlaws: Fashion Renegades of 80s London [that Our Sal, Hils, Crog, Madam Acarti and I trolled off to see at Zandra Rhodes' Fashion & Textile Museum in Bermondsey on Sunday afternoon] revolved.

With most of us being true "children of the '80s", it was practically compulsory!

Although "my era" - the New Romantics of the early '80s, epitomised by the likes of Steve Strange, Spandau Ballet, Marc Almond/Soft Cell, Human League, Duran Duran and Depeche Mode - had led the way, and peaked, a little earlier than when Leigh Bowery's Taboo club and all that came with it were scandalising the streets and the tabloids alike, the style, the home-made, vintage, recycled "looks" on show were all-too-familiar. And I loved it!

From TimeOut:

Taboo, the short-lived nightclub on a corner of Leicester Square, swiftly became a home for Leigh and other noted creatives – like Boy George, John Galliano and Pam Hogg – to dance, indulge and, most importantly, dress up. The dance floor is replicated next door, a crowd of mannequins dressed in all manner of get-ups posing under one glittering disco ball. There are some terrific clothes here, stuff that stops you in your tracks because it is so bizarre or inventive (it’s hard to miss David Cabaret’s pin-stripped bulbous catsuit, also shown in a blown-up photograph of him wearing it on a Wednesday night Heaven at the end of the show). You’ll wonder how our wardrobes all got so homogenised and boring.

But it’s not just a case of ‘ooh-ing’ and ‘ah-ing’ at the clothes. What this exhibition does so well is situate the pieces in the wider context of London as a global creative hotspot. A sprawling timeline sketches out the socio-economic context, detailing how the availability of squat housing coupled with free higher education and market culture helped to pave the way for the creativity of the decade, against the backdrop of Thatcher’s rise to power and the introduction of Clause 28. Not yet constrained by capitalist pressures, these creatives could experiment, innovate, be silly and make clothes purely for their own pleasure.

The whole thing was simply boggling - the fact that the majority of items on show weren't behind glass, allowing a really close view of original clothes not just worn by the clubbers themselves, not just those designed, made and sold by designers such as Pam Hogg, Rachel Auburn, BodyMap, Red or Dead, John Galliano and Stephen Linard (largely at Kensington Market), but also outfits that were worn and popularised by the likes of Neneh Cherry, Kim Wilde, Martin Fry of ABC, Pete Burns of Dead Or Alive, Marc Almond, Lana Pellay, Maggie De Monde of Scarlet Fantastic, Alannah Currie of Thompson Twins, Mark Moore of S-Express, Bros and (of course) Boy George!

It took co-curator Martin Green (himself a former club kid) two years to track down the clothes for the exhibition.

This was a brilliantly dazzling show of creativity [sometimes poignant, given that all this hedonism took place just as the AIDS era was making a massive impact upon the gay scene at the time; indeed many of the labels crediting the visionaries behind the designs revealed the salutary information that many of them died in their early 30s, Leigh Bowery among them] that was not only an eye-opener, but gave me (and our gang) a shudder of nostalgic memories.

I'm incredibly happy we got to see this before it closed!

...and, speaking of Taboo, here's one of its regulars with his/her one big hit, filmed at that very club:

[click any pic to embiggen]

Tuesday, 18 September 2018

The magic of the Moog



I've been listening to writer and broadcaster Andrew Collins' rather faboo four-part series on electronic music The Great Bleep Forward on BBC Radio 6 Music.

It's a fab retrospective of a genre of music I particularly love - and features everything from the Teleharmonium to Wendy/Walter Carlos to Tangerine Dream to Robert Moog to the BBC Radiophonic Workshop to Brian Eno to Kraftwerk, Gary Numan, the Human League, OMD, Depeche Mode, Trevor Horn, House music and beyond.

And, just because... Here's a mix of oddities I have chosen, for your delectation, from that great "bleeping" world of artificial soundscapes:








Bleep!

Sunday, 26 February 2017

Queeropolis, that fabled city - and a ginger bombshell!



Rounding-off what has proved to be an absolutely hectic week - not only my first one back in work after our holiday (with all that entails), but also Objects of Desire at the Petrie Museum, the open meeting of the organisers of Gay Pride in London 2017 and Polari LGBTHM special at the Southbank Centre on consecutive nights - Madame Arcati, Hils, History Boy, John-John and I trolled off to the quaintly old-fashioned Conway Hall last night for the traditional (almost) "end-of-term-party" for Camden & Islington LGBT History Month, the "Queeropolis" Ball!!



Sadly competing directly against the much-vaunted Winter Pride event that saw the one-night-only "revival" of London's legendary Popstarz alternative gay club night at The Scala in King's Cross, the crowd was admittedly smaller than one would have hoped-for - but we made our best efforts to get the party going! Always an excuse for dressing-up, this year's theme was "Legal and Civic Society" and "high court judge, an officer of the law, ancient Roman Senator or just ‘as you were’" were the suggestions. We opted to just go the latter, and go "smart'n'blingy", although Crog did say he'd modelled his "look" on Columbo, and Hils had a wig that could pass for a barrister's, so lots of fun was had with that...



DJs Jason Prince and Alexander Price certainly helped get us in the mood with their (largely) 80s and Disco playlist, and got everyone (including the lovely eccentric hostess-with-the-mostest at the aforementioned Petrie Museum Helen Pike) up and dancing. However, things really started shaking (literally, where her sexy dancing boys were concerned!) when the evening's Mistress of Ceremonies Lana Pillay took to the stage to perform her hit Pistol in My Pocket!



The evening's programme opened with a serious introduction by Camden LGBT Forum Trustee Natacha Kennedy, who reminded everyone of the importance of LGBT History Month and how some of the lessons learned from some of the darker chapters of our history were frighteningly close to being repeated today (particularly where Trans rights are concerned). After that we went for a fag and then to the bar, so missed both the poetry of Trudy Howson and the (very loud - we could hear it in the lobby) performance by former Adam Ant guitarist David Ryder Prangley.



However, on our return, there was a whirlwind on stage - "The Beyonce Experience". Not being a fan of "Queen Bey" nor her music, this was nevertheless surprisingly entertaining - just watching him/her and his/her backing dancers cavorting all over the stage was exhausting stuff, and brilliantly done.



After a special appearance from former creative director of Harvey Nichols (she was directly responsible to the store's prominent repeated presence in AbFab), reality television star (Mary, Queen of Shops) and proud lesbian mother (she was the first celeb to marry her partner once equal marriage became law in the UK) Mary Portas, it was time for the moment we had all been waiting for - our headliner, a veteran of Stock Aitken & Waterman, Eurovision and even the Lily Savage Show, SONIA!



For the uninitiated, the effervescent and diminutive ginger-haired diva was immensely popular in the late 80s and early 90s, with 11 UK Top 30 hits, before trying her hand at comedy acting and panto. Never one to take herself seriously, she charmed even the cynics among us with her infectious laugh, and was never to be seen without a smile. And she hasn't changed a bit! She still has that powerhouse singing voice, and she had the audience absolutely in the palm of her hand, everyone singing along and waving their arms as if the 1990s had never gone away.

And here, for your delectation, is a double-bill of her greatest hits:



She was Great. Sophisticated. Mersey.

We (literally) had a Ball!

Saturday, 22 October 2016

Salmigondis de musique



I have not done one of these "potpourri-of-pop" blogs for such a long time, I'd almost forgotten that "newer music" can produce some works of wonder and amusement. One tends to avoid most music beloved of the "benighted yoof" these days (all those Kendricks, Minajs, Drakes, Arianas, Little Mixes and Biebers - yuk), but occasionally I do pop in for a little look... Of the chart-toppers, I can just about cope with some currently mega-popular artists such as Adele or Clean Bandit, and the occasional tolerable choon like that Zara Larsson one that dominated the summer airwaves, or maybe that much-hyped Christina and the Queens ditty, but in general whatever the "Charts" these days encompasses tends to pass me by. But what of the rest? Here goes...

Watch me shimmy into the light..." Thus the remarkable Allie X announces her arrival - and, with RuPaul's Drag Race winner (and house fave) Violet Chachki on board in this magnificent "let's-raid-the-dressing-up-box" video, what a spectacle she is too! She's All The Rage:


Speaking of summer, the strangely-named Kungs vs Cookin’ on 3 Burners and This Girl has an alluring Northern Soul-tinged feel about it. The "pretty-young-things-at-play" video certainly does make one rather nostalgic for warmer climes...


One can always rely upon the brilliant Mr Dave Audé to make a slightly-catchy-yet-not-good-enough song such as Handclap by Fitz and the Tantrums into something really special:


No-one ever thought that meeja-sensations Sam and the Womp would ever be more than a one-hit-wonder, after their surprise hit of 2012 Bom Bom - but, as "comebacks" go, with the help of some "Bjork-lite" vocals from Bloom De Wilde and a glitzy video I think Fireflies is a rather jolly effort:


Next, and by complete contrast, a song that was played (with his tongue firmly in his cheek) by the ever-wonderful Desmond Carrington on his penultimate show on Radio 2 last night - it's Madeleine Peyroux and her cover of Tom Waits's Tango Till They're Sore. I love it!


Here is a really unexpected treat. We are all aware that everyone's (not least ours at Dolores Delargo Towers) favourite octogenarian chanteuse (not-yet-a-Dame) Petula Clark is cool, professional, and still retains the vocal tone and energy that would shame many a wannabee a quarter her age, but she is also never content just to rest on her "easy listening" laurels, it seems. With its catchy tune and atmospheric visuals, her new single Sacrifice My Heart is simply faboo!


The very lovely Andy Bell has been busy, too - what with his stage show Torsten The Beautiful Libertine, various live appearances and the release of two albums (the soundtrack to Torsten and a remix album of songs from the show Variance 2) this year. And here [courtesy of our friend John-John, who alerted me to it a while ago], with the excellent support of the one-and-only Al Pillay and the mixing talents of DJ Matt Pop, is Queercore!


If it's a party you're after, you can do much worse than a really catchy cover of the Four Seasons' Oh What A Night, in French, by the Gallic pop sensation (and occasional Ricky Martin duettist) M. (Matt) Pokora! Cette Année La, indeed:


...then there is the sumptuously funky début by the esoterically-named JANE and We Don't Wanna Dance! Shades of Sylvester/Wild Cherry/Average White Band and the heyday of Disco, methinks:

And, finally - not because this is by any means a conclusive list of favourites from the past few months, but merely because I have to end somewhere - Here's the lovely Robbie Williams and his (oh-so-"controversial") Party Like a Russian:


Anything that pisses Putin off has my vote!

Anyhoo, that's all folks - as ever, enjoy; and let me know your thoughts...

[*Salmigondis de musique = (hopefully) "musical hodgepodge" in French]

Monday, 29 February 2016

A little something to make me sweeter



All good things must come to an end. Some with a whimper - and some with a bang!

And so, all dressed for "an early preview of the afterlife", Hils, Crog, John-John, Paul, Mark and I trolled off to Islington Assembly Hall for One Night in Heaven, the traditional end-of-LGBT-History-Month gala hosted by Camden LGBT Forum on Saturday.



Oh, those fabulous balls we love to hold...

...and it was fabulous! What remnants there were of it. The "Whore of Hampstead" - drag queen Sandra - was advertised as our host again; she was nowhere to be seen (or heard!). Neither was the lovely Rosie Wilby; but we did have poetry from Trudy Howson. And, instead of the Gay Men's Chorus, we got some Ed Sheeran-wannabee with a guitar and a load of dull songs.

However...



Al Pillay was - as always - a sparkling, loud, and very entertaining opening act. Totally unconnected to her performance on Saturday,and just for the hell of it, here he/she is with her own inimitable take on the fairy tale The Snow Queen:




Meth - the only member of the advertised "Family Fierce" to show up - was a wonder to behold. Her "performance art" interpretations of Adele's Hello (inter-cut with snippets of Miss Jackson and, of course, Lionel Richie's identically-titled signature tune) and Katy Perry's Roar were in turn bewildering and hilarious.

But, if truth be told, there was only one act we really wanted to see - the utterly wonderful Andy Bell (of Erasure), of course!!



He was everything we expected, and more. With a set that didn't just stick to the "obvious" - his opening rendition of Erasure's Always, was a remix version - he has so much energy as a performer, he left many in the audience (some decades younger than he) exhausted just watching him.





In between Sacred from 2014's Erasure album The Violet Flame and his finale of crowd-pleasers including Blue Savannah and Respect (with a troupe of "backing dancers"; all the evening's performers), he proudly announced (before singing it) he was back at the top of America's Billboard Dance Chart with this one - Dave Aude feat. Andy Bell and True Original:


Pumped up with adrenaline, we cheered and whooped for more, but alas! We were to be disappointed. Despite everyone who attended having been issued with tickets that said it closed at 1am, we had no more from the acts, no more brilliant party choons from DJs Jonathan Kemp and Sadie Frost (as we had when we arrived); nothing else but... the raffle prize draw. Then the bar closed. To say we were disappointed is a bit of an understatement - but, as we were ushered out of the hall, we still had Andy Bell's voice ringing in our ears...

"Give a little respect to-oo-oo me!"

Sunday, 1 March 2015

Jimmy, Judy, Al, Ida, Kimmy, a whore and me



What a momentous evening the end-of-LGBT-History-Month Gala Ball turned out to be!

We (John-John, Mark, Hils, Crog and I) were already excited at the prospect of seeing our headliner Jimmy Somerville - and, of course, about having another bloody brilliant excuse for dressing-up (one of the original things about the evening was to "come as your favourite historical character"; this had disappeared from the publicity by the time the flyers were out, but we didn't care). Hils dressed in full Suffragette uniform, Crog as Kemel Ataturk crossed with the shopkeeper from Mr Benn, I was some kind of meld between Lord Foppington and a Liberace impersonator, John-John came as Mr Humphries (hee hee) and Mark as a version of Liza Minnelli...







Our venue was the eccentric and twee Conway Hall, home to The Ethical Society, Darwinists, Humanists and every other sort of radical anti-establishment intellectual cause. Its great hall, stripped of furniture, looked even more impressive than I remembered it [the majority of events I've been to here have been in the somewhat "schoolroom-like" antechambers], and the capacity crowd represented a fine cross-section of ages, sexes, sexualities, gender identities, colours and creeds, as one would expect.



Opening the proceedings was our MC for the opening segments of the evening, the irrepressible "Whore of Hampstead Heath" Sandra, who warmed the audience up as only she can (and also in the process made a very welcome announcement that after her recent health scare, she is now "cancer-free"). Entertaining as Sandra is, of course, as was Trudy Hewson's poetry, it was when she got the crowd to part down the middle that we realised that a real star was in the building - and about to make a spectacular entrance.



Mzz Kimberley (for it was she) practically exploded into the room, sashaying up and down among the delighted crowd, exercising her phenomenal tonsils on (most appropriately) Dame Shirley Bassey's History Repeating. Taking to the stage itself (with difficulty, up the steep proscenium steps - although thankfully she didn't "do a Madonna"), she continued to wow the crowd on big numbers like Aretha's Reach.

She is utterly amazing, and we were gob-smacked. Here she is at another show singing Papa Told Me Not To Come:


How does one follow an extravaganza like that? With a former Music Hall singer whose repertoire includes urban vibes, innit!



Of course, we were overjoyed that our favourite purveyor of "Artificial Hip Hop" Ida Barr was on the bill. She made such an impression on our gang when we first saw her on stage that Hils and Crog even hired her to perform at their wedding! Naturally, she had the crowd singing along and completely nonplussed (a medley of the hymn Jerusalem with Nicki Minaj, anyone?) in turn.

In case anyone wants to understand just what the bloody hell I am on about, here's Ida's new song BPM:


"Use your culture, or lose your culture!"



The remarkable Al Pillay is a stalwart of old-school campaigning, a former pop star and television actor, and a brilliant show-person. At last year's Ball, he/she saved the day with a buzzing high-energy set of dancy numbers. This year he/she was more in the mood for some rallying protest songs, and we were treated to such crowd-pleasers as The Times They Are A-Changin’ and some dire words of warning about the dangers of complacency about voting in this election year.

Brilliant - and a perfect lead-in to the thing most people were waiting for - the appearance on stage of the legendary (and surprisingly sexy) Jimmy Somerville! I nearly died (this was the first time I have ever seen him live).



Being a very special one-off appearance for LGBT History Month, he simply had to perform many a gay boy's anthem (including mine) Smalltown Boy, and, this being only a short set, he concluded with the song that had the whole room jumping up and down - Don't Leave Me This Way. But in between, he spoke movingly and at length about his own experiences of being young, gay and radical in the 80s, of being part of the movement that spawned Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners (see my blog about the story behind the movie Pride), and the sense of loss he felt when his good friend Mark Ashton of that group became one of the early casualties of the terrifying AIDS epidemic. And then, he sang a number that he admitted he hadn't sung for over a decade...

Like a bolt from the blue, the lyrics started: "I never cried the way I cried over you." I could feel the wave of emotion across the audience as those of us who had been there, who had actually suffered those losses as Jimmy had, began to cry; hearing his treasured classic For A Friend for the first time in years.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks: "As I watch the sun go down, watching the world fade away, All the memories of you come rushing back to me." We hugged, strangers united in our collective memories. This is our history. This was needed.




I was, however, immensely glad for the relief of that Thelma Houston gay anthem, and the chance for a good old rollicking bop.

Jimmy Somerville, I love you.



I felt sorry for Camden's very own top-drawer drag legend Earl Grey. For, once those people who only came to see Jimmy had left en masse, and Al Pillay had done the raffle (which always takes ages), there was quite a depleted audience for his superb "Judy Garland" act. But my heavens, it was worth it - he flawlessly captures every tic, every movement, every inflection of the Original Gay Icon (note the capitals), and should be far more highly recognised for it than, say, the eternally dreary Rufus Wainwright.

With the closing hour thrown over to the campest-of-camp disco and pop, courtesy of DJs Jonathan Kemp, Sadie Frost and Alexander Price, we were sated.





This was one fantastic evening! Nigel, Tessa and the gang at Camden LGBT Forum did us proud.

Sunday, 2 March 2014

Balls



The end-of-LGBT-History-Month "Glamour Factory" Ball we went to on Friday was a mixed bag, to say the very least.

On the one hand, it gave us an excuse (if any were needed!) for us to dress up to the nines in our best Warhol/60s/70s/glamorous "frock coats and bibbity-bobbity hats"; we had a marvellous vintage fashion parade (from students at Goldsmiths, taking gay musical icons through the decades as its theme); Earl Grey did a magnificent turn as Judy Garland, and a slightly less magnificent appearance as HM The Queen; Islington councillor James Murray proudly announced that the UK's very first legal gay marriage will be held at the Town Hall on 28th March; and the DJs Jonathan Kemp, Sadie and Joe Pop did us proud with suitably retro music to bop to.



On the other hand, our "host" Bird la Bird was possibly the most annoying, unfunny (and on occasions, downright offensive with her anti-monarchist incoherent ranting) individual I have encountered since Tony Blackburn at Proms in the Park; several "ladies-who-like-playing-pool" decided that "free bubbly" was something to sink by the bucketload, leading to some very blokey behaviour indeed; and the live music - for a celebration of gay history, remember - consisted of a bunch of Heavy Metal rockers. More than two-thirds of what had been a huge and diverse audience left before the excessively loud thrashing guitars had played their second number...



Thank heavens for Al (Lana) Pillay, in all his/her glittering fabulosity! He/she even dedicated his/her smash hit Pistol In My Pocket to the benighted Vladimir Putin.

And here, for your delectation, is that very song:


Camden and Islington LGBT History Month 2014 was another massive success (the biggest in the world, by all accounts), and I look forward to being involved/supporting next year's events!

Thursday, 8 November 2012

Aural delight



The marvellous Al Pillay - who we thoroughly enjoyed in his/her star turn as the effervescent Dorothy Squires back in June - has a new album out, just in time for Xmas!

Unfortunately it seems to be download-only at the moment (which is annoying), but if it is anything like his/her last - A Life In Song, which we loved - then it will be a marvellously entertaining and escapist treat. Certainly, the tiny clips on Amazon sound promising. Here's what the maestro of "cracked cabaret" Mr David Hoyle has to say about Pillaydium:
"Al is one of The Few Genuine Performers Who can Comfortably Straddle:-The West End & The Avant-Garde! On "PILLAYDIUM":-Al's latest Recorded Work, We are Gifted A Journey, on which Al shares Hir Life, utilizing Hir Rich, Resonant and Relatable Vocal Artistry.
It has to be Said that The 6 Songs are Expertly Arranged by The Wonderful Barney Ashton-Bullock. Both should be Complimented on Producing such FAB Work. Al generously let's Us see where S/He is NOW! With perfect diction & enunciation; which still belies Al's "humble" origins in Grimsby & ALL THAT LIFE EXPERIENCE !!! Singing of:- "Suburban Caligulas" & "Trainee Perverts" = I Love This E.P.Recording.
Thank-You Al & Thank-You Barney for This Filmic Aural Delight.=A Contemporary Classic ! Love to ALL-Dx.
ALL music Collections will benefit from The Inclusion of This Committed Work!
Viva Al!
Viva PILLAYDIUM !!!"
Now, if that doesn't pique your interest...

Here are some videos of Al Pillay in cabaret - marvellous stuff indeed:





The Wonderful World of Al Pillay

Wednesday, 13 June 2012

We are friends of Dorothy


Dorothy Squires was, quite simply, one of the most popular singing stars of the 1940s – a charismatic and electrifying stage performer who, thanks to her enduring musical partnership with the respected songwriter and bandleader Billy Reid, topped theatre bills throughout Britain, and whose many recordings included such smash hits as The Gipsy, I’ll Close My Eyes, It’s A Pity To Say Goodnight, I’m Walking Behind You, A Tree In The Meadow, This Is My Mother’s Day and Safe In My Arms.

Later, in the 1950s, when Dorothy was married to the young up-and-coming actor Roger Moore, she moved to the United States to help further his career and became one of the first British recording artists and performers to work there. In the 1960s Dorothy continued to have hit recordings, including Say It With Flowers and For Once In My Life, and the 1970s were notable for her sell-out concerts at such venues as the London Palladium, Theatre Royal Drury Lane, Royal Albert Hall and The Talk Of The Town nightclub. The hits also continued, thanks to her recordings of Till and My Way. Even in the 1980s Dorothy was still performing and recording (most notably, releasing a powerful version of I Am What I Am, from the stage show La Cage Aux Folles). Her last live show was at the Brighton Dome in March 1990, almost 54 years after she had made her recording debut.
And, being the camp queens we are, Madam Arcati and I simply shrieked in unison "we must get a ticket!" when we found out that none other than one of our fave cabaret artist(e)s (Mr/Ms) Al Pillay was appearing in a new show Dorothy Squires: Mrs Roger Moore at the White Bear Theatre pub in Kennington. So off we went last night...

What an amazing performance! We have always admired Al Pillay and his/her particular brand of camp, but who would have thought that a towering Anglo-Indian performer such as he/she could encapsulate the spirit, chutzpah and balls of the tiny, Welsh whirlwind that was Dorothy Squires?

From the outset he had the audience (who, in such a tiny theatre, were practically sniffing his marabou) transfixed. The Camarthen accent, the perfect rendition of Dot's strident early "theme tune" The Gipsy, the guts it took to run away from it all as a young naive lass to become a singer with a big band, the triumphs and the tragedies - he/she got them all exactly right.



Dot's fame and fortune was vicarious, seemingly never destined to be secure. Her place at the centre of the fly-by-night jet-set showbiz world ("The party doesn't start till Dottie arrives") seemed supreme at the peak of her commercial success (selling out the London Palladium, Vegas, successive chart-toppers), but - and it was a big "but" - there were very few people who stuck around when times got tough; several stuck their knives in for good measure ("Barbara Cartland? Cunt!"). Not least among these were her abusive first partner Billy Read (who she eventually left) and (of course) Dot's true love Roger Moore (who left her, distraught).



Mr Pillay (and his admirable supporting cast of - very attractive - boys, playing every other role) managed to portray this incredible life with all its incandescent, excoriating bitterness and over-the-top histrionics that Dottie lived - to the full.

Drink problems, breakdowns, arrests, scurrilous headlines, lawsuits, bankruptcy, the burning down of one house and the loss of another in a flood - the lady's resilience in surviving it all was astonishing! And when Mr Pillay sang For Once In My Life, Say It With Flowers and, best of all, My Way, it was from the heart - not just of him as the performer, but of Miss Squires herself.

A grade "A" performance, rightly deserving of the standing ovation he received from us and the rest of the audience (Mr David Hoyle included). Let us hope this splendid show gets all the accolades and awards it so richly deserves when the company takes it to the Edinburgh Festival!

And now the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend I'll say it clear
I'll state my case of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full
I travelled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Regrets I've had a few
But then again too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption

I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Yes there were times I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out, I faced it all
And I stood tall and did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now as tears subside
I find it all so amusing

To think I did all that
And may I say not in a shy way
Oh no, oh no, not me
I did it my way

For what is a man what has he got
If not himself then he has not
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way!




We say "cheers" to you, Dottie! And to you, Al Pillay!

Here's the legendary Miss Dorothy Squires herself talking about the song of her life:


And here she is singing her classic Say It With Flowers (with Russ Conway on piano):


Dorothy Squires: Mrs Roger Moore (a musical tribute by Richard Stirling) is at the White Bear Theatre until Saturday 16th June 2012.

The Wonderful World of Al Pillay