"A blustery day", said Pooh. The wind is bringing the bastard Sycamore* keys down like a blizzard upon the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers today. I could weep at the encroaching blanket of evilness that's subsuming all our lovely plants...
Never mind, eh? How about a little selection of the "newer" music that has caught my ear of late to take our minds off it?
Let's kick off, shall we, with an "Elton John lookey-likey" throwing a tantrum? It's rather catchy, actually...
Take a bit of Kazaky, mix it with a touch of Trans-X Living On Video, add a bitch on heat, and what do you get? This!
Speaking of "on heat"... Call him slut? Call him whore? OK then, I will!
Bringing a bit of much-needed class into the proceedings after all that lascivious behaviour, something jazzy and joyful:
Something a bit mysterious from Austria:
And finally - saving the best for last, another absolute banger from Our Princess Kylie!!
As ever, let me know your thoughts, dear reader!
[*I just found out that in the You-Ess-Ay, "Sycamore" is used to describe what we know as Plane trees, and over there this benighted batard weed is referred to as "Sycamore Maple". "We have really everything in common with America nowadays except, of course, language." - Oscar Wilde]
