It's a dull, overcast - but still warm - day here at Dolores Delargo Towers, and I'm having a bit of a lazy one. I've taken a few salvia cuttings ['tis the season], but apart from that...
Let us instead have a little trip off somewhere exotic - Estonia, of all places - shall we, courtesy of the "world of wonder" that is Soft Tempo Lounge:
A number that wouldn't be out of place on a Tacky Music Monday, methinks, and one that raises many questions. Was the cameraman drunk? Why does everyone look so bored? Did they not have hairbrushes in Estonia in the 1970s? What the fuck is that bit of parcel ribbon dangling from her split ends?!
It's perfect.
