Grrrr. Back to the grind it is, then...
Still coming down to earth after the feast for the senses that was Carmina Burana at the Royal Albert Hall yesterday [more on that later, no doubt], I am most definitely not in the mood for another five days of mundanity...
...on this Tacky Music Monday, only Mama Cher can save us now!
Thought for the day: did the Osmonds actually have penises? Can't see one.
Have a good week, dear reader.
Happy (gulp) 70th birthday today to Merril Osmond [or is it Princess Beatrice; you never saw them in the same room...]!
I used to be a massive Osmonds fan when I was a kid, and in fact, Donny was my first crush - but it was Merrill who was the actual talent behind the group, as both lead singer on most of their songs, and writer of many of their biggest hits.
This wasn't one of them, but it does serve to demonstrate what a (much-overlooked) talented group of lads they really were!
Love it!
The slow crawl towards the weekend begins - and for a change, the forecast is for temperatures to hit double figures by Sunday. Woo hoo - we need to get ourselves in the mood for a party!
But first, let's make the main course...
Take a little piece of this:
...a smattering of this...
...a pinch of this...
...and a helluva lot of this...
...and you get this! How the hell can this choon be thirty years old?! How?!]
Thank Disco The Bassheads It's Friday!
Have a great one, folks!
