
It's that time of year again, dear reader - and some traditions here at Dolores Delargo Towers will never change...
"I think I'm going to Hell. Oh, dear!!"
Happy Easter.

OK - it's not a working day, but some traditions never fade. As the blue skies beckon in a long Easter weekend (and for me, the start of ten days off), it's time to get that party started in style - with one of the catchiest of 1970s dance classics and some show-off Soul Train dancers to boot!
Thank Disco It's Good Friday!
Across the crowded disco room
Through a maze of dancing people
She sits so quiet and all alone
Wanting to get the disco fever
And then she raised her head
Her eyes caught mine
And that was all that I needed
In her eyes I saw the need for love
The warm, soft feeling
'Cause we made
Eye to eye contact
Eye to eye contact (Oh, oh, oh yeah)
Eye to eye contact
(We made) Eye to eye contact
You and me
Contact!
You were looking at me
I was looking at you
You were looking at me
Across the crowded disco room
Oh, your eyes told me the story
My heart was beating like the drum
As I fought my way over
I never took my eyes away from yours
Not even for a moment
What I saw in your eyes made me realise
(You I wanted) Yeah, yeah, yeah
Eye to eye contact
(We made) Eye to eye contact (Oh, oh, oh yeah)
Eye to eye contact
(We made) Eye to eye contact
You and me
I was looking at you
You were looking at me
I was looking at you
You were looking at me
Contact!
Girl don't you get uptight
Just dance
Everything gonna be alright
Just dance
Take a chance
Oh, and dance
I sure like what you got
You sho nuff looking hot (dance)
I sure like what you got
You sho nuff looking hot (dance)
Yeah, come on and dance
As for me, dear reader, I am winging my way to Tottenham Hale to catch my coach to Essex for a (hopefully) fruitful weekend's plant shopping!
"Normal" service should resume after I return on Monday.
Have a good one!!
PS - THIS!
It's traditional.
Happy Easter.

I'm back in circulation, after a fab few days doing a whirlwind tour - thanks to Baby Steve and Houseboy Alex - of what seemed to be every garden centre in Essex, including Langthorns Plantery, Perrywood, Cherry Lane, and our favourites Halstead Garden Centre (aka "Maggie's"), and of course Bourne Brook Nursery (aka "Mr Baker's"), from whence I grubbed out from the cuttings bench another fourteen Fuchsias [some of them replacements for this winter's losses, some we haven't grown since before the last move (when I binned the whole collection), and five new varieties]!
I also came back with two hardy Geraniums, a new Phlox variety, a new Salvia, a Thunbergia vine and a Scaevola. That was fun on the coach, tube and bus getting home!
While I was away I missed celebrating the 90th birthdays of both Richard Chamberlain and Shirley Jones, and the 60th of Tracy Chapman - and all the "cox action" of The Boat Race. I was easily able to ignore all that bullshit that surrounds Easter [but no chocolate! no Tiger Lillies!]; however the arrival of British Summer Time came as a bit of a mindfuck as we lost an hour in bed. It was lovely weather while we were doing the plant-shopping excursion, but it definitely doesn't feel like summer here in London, with hailstorms and blustery weather again... [Oh, and I was too woozy today to catch up with the usual round of April Fools' Day jokes - so here's a few highlights.]
Apart from new additions to the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers, did I bring any musical "delights" back with me? Bien sûr! It's fortuitous that it's a Tacky Music Bank Holiday Monday:
And, finally... WTF?!
Enjoy what's left of the last day of freedom, dear reader...




