Showing posts with label Burns Night. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Burns Night. Show all posts

Sunday, 25 January 2026

Bowie and Burns


Me with the powder-blue suit Bowie wore in the iconic music video for Life On Mars

Back in 2013, the V&A staged one of the most comprehensive and mind-boggling exhibitions dedicated to the life of one person, ever - the wonderful David Bowie Is..., the most visited exhibit in the museum’s history. I went along, and was blown away by it!

Then in 2023, thanks to a donation from the Blavatnik Family Foundation and Warner Music Group, and in collaboration with the great man's estate, the entire archive around which that exhibition was based was acquired by the V&A for the nation - and for a permanent [albeit with items on rotation] display at the new David Bowie Centre in Stratford, which officially opened in September 2025, with tickets strictly limited, and members a priority.

So it was that Madam Arcati and I (V&A members) were able to snaffle tickets - for us and for John-John [Hils, for whom we also booked a ticket, couldn't make it] - for a viewing yesterday!

The V&A takes great pains to emphasise that this is not solely an "exhibition" - and indeed, in comparison to their usual dazzling multi-room, multitudinous-exhibit events (dozens of which we have been to, and thoroughly enjoyed), it is quite tiny; just one room, with ten visual display cases, a big screen and floor-to-ceiling shelves around a table. 

It's the latter part that makes clear the true purpose of the centre - for anyone, by request in advance, can take a closer look at any of the 90,000 items in the collection! If you want to handle Bowie's platform boots, his fedora from The Man Who Fell to Earth, or his personal diaries, you can do so!

Of the items currently on display [as I mentioned above, many of these will periodically be refreshed and changed], I was enthralled by the variety and range, from all eras of his career. Highlights: That suit [pictured at the top of the post] from Life On Mars (and the cream suit from the Serious Moonlight tour I went to see in 1983, and his "Ziggy Stardust" costume), a pair of letters - one a "reference" written by David's dad, the other a very curt rejection letter from Apple Records - his high-drama metal "wings" from the Glass Spider tour in 1987, the handwritten lyrics to Heroes (and the synths played in those "Berlin sessions"), the Stylophone he played on Space Oddity, and, and, and... everything!

It was a brilliant day!


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About the David Bowie Centre

[PS We also took a wander around the V&A East Storehouse itself, which is a stunning (and bewildering) warehouse-scale display of objects of all types and from all eras, that are a mere part of the museum's gargantuan collection, which visitors walk around, under and above - worthy of another visit, and another blog post all of its own - read the review from the ever-wonderful The Londonist instead.]


Meanwhile...

...happy Burns Night!

Bringing the two things together nicely, here's Scotland's uncrowned Queen, Lulu singing the song Bowie wrote for her (together with the great man on backing vocals):


We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise; I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago

Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here
We must have died alone, a long long time ago

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World

Saturday, 25 January 2025

Tragedies, luxuries, statues, parks, galleries

Och Aye! It's Burns Night again - the celebration of Scotland’s national poet, traditionally marked by eating haggis, neeps and tatties washed down with a dram of whisky.

Scotland has produced more than its fair share of internationally-renowned singers, musicians and bands, of course - including Sir Rod Stewart [admittedly, he was actually born in Highgate in London], Gerry Rafferty, Jimmy Somerville, Annie Lennox, Wet Wet Wet, Altered Images, Barbara Dickson, The Proclaimers, Annie Ross, Sheena Easton, Orange Juice, Midge Ure, the Associates, Sharleen Spiteri and Texas, Big Country, Franz Ferdinand, The Waterboys, Strawberry Switchblade, Gallagher and Lyle, Eddi Reader and Fairground Attraction, Kelly Marie, Maggie Bell, Donovan, Lewis Capaldi, Shirley Manson of Garbage, the Bay City Rollers and Lulu...

...but it is to this lot (a fave of mine until they followed U2's lead and went from electronic indie band to stadium rockers) to whom I turn to provide the entertainment, Scottish-style, this year. I used to dance to all of these, way back in the early 80s:

Take care not to hurt yourself doing the Gay Gordons, dear reader!

Thursday, 25 January 2024

Your honest, sonsie face

Och Aye!

It's Burns Night tonight - when our Scottish chums perform strange rituals involving bagpipes (naturally), whisky (of course!) and inflated sausages filled with indeterminate offal, served with "neeps and tatties"!

Even south of the border, the ever-enterprising Wetherspoons has got in on the act.

Here's the traditional "Ode to a Haggis":

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o’ the puddin’-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o’ a grace
As lang’s my arm.

[Full text and translation here]

To round off the celebration - let's bring back our fave "kilt boys", shall we?!

Slàinte Mhath! [pronounced Slanj-a-va]

Wednesday, 25 January 2023

It's all about the pipes

Och Aye-yi-yi! Happy Burns Night, dear reader. Don't forget to pipe in your haggis...

Tuesday, 25 January 2022

Furious Faggot


The incomparable and tireless champion of gay rights, civil rights and free speech, Patron Saint here at Dolores Delargo Towers, Mr Peter Tatchell is 70 years old today!

From his own Foundation's press release:

Peter Tatchell is one of Britain’s best known and longest surviving LGBT+ and human rights campaigners. He’s supported nearly every major human rights campaign for the last half a century – and taken on everyone from Mike Tyson to Tony Blair and the Archbishop of Canterbury.

He first began campaigning while still at school in 1967 aged 15, against the death penalty and the execution of Ronald Ryan in his home state of Victoria, Australia. He went on to champion indigenous Aboriginal rights and oppose Australia’s involvement in the Vietnam War. On moving to London in 1971, he was prominent in the newly-formed Gay Liberation Front and ... helped organise the UK’s first LGBT+ Pride parade in 1972 – this July being the 50th anniversary...

He stood as the Labour candidate in the notorious 1983 Bermondsey by-election – often regarded as the dirtiest, most violent and homophobic election in Britain since 1945. In 1990 he was a founding member of the LGBT+ campaign group OutRage! Its activism against homophobic discrimination included the most numerous and sustained direct action protests in Britain since the suffragettes.

Over the last five decades, he’s participated in 3,000 peaceful protests, been arrested 100 times and suffered 300 violent assaults by homophobes and far right extremists, including 50 attacks on his flat. He has described the violent assaults as like living through a low-level civil war. For many years he suffered from PTSD.

He was beaten unconscious by President Mugabe’s bodyguards when he tried to make a citizen’s arrest in Brussels in 2001 and suffered a severe beating by neo-Nazis in Moscow in 2007 when he supported the bid by Russian LGBTs to hold a Pride parade.

“My coordination, memory, balance, vision and concentration are somewhat impaired. Campaigning is more difficult but I still manage. I’ve no regrets. Compared to the jailing and torturing of human rights defenders in China, Russia, Syria and Uganda, I’ve got off lightly,” said Mr Tatchell.

All hail!

We would really love to see the recent film of the great man's life - co-produced (i.e. funded) by Sir Elton John and Peter Furnish, and featuring (among others) commentary and tributes from esteemed gayers such as Stephen Fry and Sir Ian "Serena" McKellen - Hating Peter Tatchell, but unfortunately it seems to have been snapped up by that behemoth Netflix, a service to which we stalwart BBC-ers would never subscribe, so I doubt we will get the opportunity for a while...

Regardless, we charge our glasses to a true hero!

Peter Gary Tatchell (born 25th January 1952)

Today also happens to be Burns' Night - yet another excuse for Scots to get pissed on whisky and eat pig guts - so what better way to pay tribute to Mr Tatchell's milestone birthday than with one of Scotland's finest bands and an appropriate choon?



OCH, AYE!


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Monday, 25 January 2021

Get yer neeps and tatties oot!


My kind of meat pudding

It's Burns' Night - the day when our brethren [or not if "Wee Jimmy Krankie" Sturgeon gets her way] north of the border hold parties to celebrate the great poet by eating bags of offal and sinking "the amber nectar". Not too many parties this year, methinks.

Never mind, eh? It's a far more familiar tradition round these parts - Tacky Music Monday! And here's Scotland's finest, Lulu (and her safety gays), with a bewildering number to lift our mood at this murky start to another dreary week...

"Sláinte Mhath!"

Have a good week, dear reader.

Saturday, 25 January 2020

Gong hei fat choy, Och aye!



By a peculiar chance of lunar alignment (or something), today is not only the Chinese New Year celebration [admittedly perhaps less so in quarantined parts of China, but I digress]...


... and this year, it's The Year Of The Rat...


...it also happens to be Burns Night, when we are encouraged to celebrate everything Scottish-y, like whisky, haggis, and men in kilts...


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Tying things up neatly [well, almost - it's about a mouse, not a rat, but close enough], here's a reading from a much-loved work by Rabbie himself:


The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!


[Read the poem in full here]

Haggis stir-fry, anyone?

Friday, 25 January 2019

A little Ceilidh







It's Burns Night - the night when it it is traditional to get a lump of Scottish meat into your mouth and wash it down with whisky...

It also happens to be the start of the weekend, so let us combine the two celebrations in the capable hands of Glasgow's finest, Miss Mary Kiani - and Thank Disco It's Friday!


Have a faboo time, dear reader, and don't choke on yer haggis!

Thursday, 25 January 2018

There is nothing for you to do; but keep me making love to you



Sharing a birthday as she would have with an eclectic bunch including Jools Holland [who is 60 years old!], the notorious Roman Empress Messalina, Raymond Baxter, Somerset Maugham, Alicia Keys, Virginia Woolf, Stig Anderson, Peter Tatchell, John Cooper Clarke, Diana Hyland, Antonio Carlos Jobim, Dean Jones and Dame Gwen Ffrangcon-Davies, the fantabulosa Etta James would have celebrated her 80th today...

A perfect excuse to inject some class into these proceedings, methinks.



- and, of course, my favourite:


Etta James (born Jamesetta Hawkins, 25th January 1938 – 20th January 2012)

Ms James also shares her birthday with another cultural icon - Scotland's "other Patron Saint", Mr Robbie Burns. Never let it be said I don't give you anything, dear reader - here! Have some haggis...



Happy Burns Night!

Wednesday, 25 January 2017

Fancy a dram..?









It's Burns Night again - Och Aye!

To celebrate, here's one of Scotland's finest - the dearly lamented Billy MacKenzie [RIP; this week 20 years ago] with the Associates. He's Waiting for the Loveboat:


Double your pillow
And feel obliged
Libido in a go slow
If I was you I'd hide

Waiting for the love boat
Waiting for the love boat
Knowing what you want and taking full advantage
Waiting for the love boat


Indeed.

Monday, 25 January 2016

Careful, it's windy out there...









...happy Burns Night to all our kilt-wearing Scottish chums!

Previous celebrations here and here.

Sunday, 25 January 2015

Och Aye! Thought for the day...









...Kilts.

You're welcome.

[Tonight is Burns Night]

Friday, 25 January 2013

Haggis and showgirls


Miss Reader and Mr Burns

For any of my Scottish chums out there, and in recognition of the fact that it is Burns Night [as far as I can see, any excuse to drink whisky and eat haggis to brighten the gloomy days of January], here's our eternal fave [ex-Fairground Attraction lead singer] Miss Eddi Reader and her take on the great poet's My Love is Like a Red Red Rose:


However, just in case anyone suspects I'm getting too sentimental in my old age, it is this song [among her solo work] for which I love Eddi Reader the most, and is much more in keeping with my usual diet of campery.

One of the original gay anthems [Mr Gene Pitney knew exactly what he meant to convey with this song when he made it his own - and it was the final song he performed at his final show, at Cardiff's St. David's Hall in April 2006, before his death], Miss Reader and her showgirls take it to a higher camp level altogether - it's A Town Without Pity, and it's a bit of an anthem here at Dolores Delargo Towers:


When you're young and so in love as we
And bewildered by the world we see
Why do people hurt us so
Only those in love would know
What a town without pity can do

If we stop to gaze upon a star
People talk about how bad we are
Ours is not an easy age
We're like tigers in a cage
What a town without pity can do

The young have problems, many problems
We need an understanding heart
Why don't they help us, try and help us
Before this clay and granite planet falls apart

Take these eager lips and hold me fast
I'm afraid this kind of joy can't last
How can we keep love alive
How can anything survive
When these little minds tear you in two
What a town without pity can do

How can we keep love alive
How can anything survive
When these little minds tear you in two
What a town without pity can do

No, it isn't very pretty what a town without pity can do


Eddi Reader official website

My blog on Miss Reader's birthday last year