Showing posts with label Alan Bates. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alan Bates. Show all posts

Tuesday, 29 July 2025

Of porn, a giant egg, Loki, Dali, "Super-tot" and Zorba


Move over "The Lionesses", it's Global Tiger Day!

It's another snippets post, dear reader:

  • We're a nation of porn addicts news: There has been a massive "spike" in downloads of virtual private network (VPN) software, as the government has introduced strict age verification with ID to watch your favourite kinks played out on screen. Prudish bastards! The kids they're ostensibly trying to protect will already have cracked that one ages ago, and it's just the grown-ups that are trying to catch up...
  • Foodstuffs that are alien to Americans news: The world's largest Scotch Egg, created just around the corner from us in North London by two foodies who share recipes online, has been recognised by Guinness World Records.
  • Death to all vermin news: Meet Loki, the new "official hawk" of Westminster.
  • Hello, Dali news: A "lost" work by Surrealist artist Salvador Dali, bought for £150 in a house clearance in Cambridge, has been valued for sale at auction at £20-30,000! I think it looks like some kind of dreadful rash, to be honest.
  • The Indian Heracles? news: Instead of being scared and screaming when a deadly cobra started coiling around his hands, toddler Govina in the Indian state of Bihar bit its head off, killing it instantly! Wonder what he's going to be like when he grows up? Tough, I'd imagine.
  • And, finally: Sharing the day with the likes of Theda Bara (140), Clara Bow (120), William Powell, Sally Gunnell, Diane Keen, Wil Wheaton, Simon Nye, Geddy Lee, Sigmund Romberg, DJ Carl Cox, Dag Hammarskjöld, Andi Peters, David Warner and - erm - Benito Mussolini...

    ...it's the centenary today of the birth of Mikis Theodorakis! Who? I hear you ask. His most famous work is rather recognisable:

And the weather? Still grey.

Wednesday, 9 September 2009

'Bend the knees and keep the back straight'



Back in 1976 the consummate figure skater John Curry, who would have been 60 years old today, won Britain's first Olympic gold in the sport - the UK's first medal at the winter games for 12 years (and he scored the highest points total in the history of men's figure skating). I remember it well, and the hysteria which surrounded this lithe man and his near-perfect grace on the rink.

Mr Curry, who had longed to become a ballet dancer (despite his father's refusal to let him), fused for the very first time the artistic styles of ballet into his skating and created a new way forward for the event - even though the sport's traditionally-focussed governing body criticised his "graceful" [read="effeminate"] technique.

And it seems that these stuffed shirts of the establishment set an unhealthy precedent, as the gay sporting hero was thenceforth subjected to typically bigoted and intrusive tabloid interest in his personal life, which distanced the public from his triumphal successes and may well have contributed to a homophobic assault he suffered in the late 70s.

Despite a couple of TV spectaculars and numerous balletic stage productions in Europe and in the US, the appeal of his ice dance shows waned and commercial success eluded him. In 1987 he was diagnosed HIV positive, and in the 90s his condition declined. According to recently published information he apparently died in 1994 in the arms of his lover at the time, the Oscar-winning actor Alan Bates - which in itself is quite a revelation.

RIP, a genuine sporting legend.


John Curry obituary