Oh, how I love getting to the end of a week...
It's the centenary today of Kirk Douglas (eternally immortalised as Spartacus).
It is also the 50th birthday of "professional kook" Sinéad O'Connor.
However, as the weekend hoves into view and all thoughts traditionally turn to glitter, sequins, boob-tubes, lurex and really odd hair, let us instead pay homage to another recent arrival at that half-century-milestone (on 28th November), Miss Stacy Lattisaw!
She is forever Jumping to the Beat, and we should too - and Thank Disco It's Friday!
Come on and jump to the beat (jump)
Come on and dance with me
Come on and jump to the beat (jump)
Come on and dance with me
You're unsurpassed in style
The price you paid was dear
You make the moves come alive
Yet movements dance with fear
Your speciality's lonely nights
As you and pride compete
Neglect the pain you hide
Come on and dance with me
Come on and jump to the beat (jump)
Come on and dance with me
Come on and jump to the beat (jump)
Come on and dance with me, yeah
Come on and jump to the beat (jump)
Come on and dance with me
Won't you dance with me
Come on and jump to the beat (jump)
Come on and dance with me
You'd rather dance alone
When love steps too near
Communicate with me
Your doubts will disappear
If it's love you're searchin' for
There's plenty love in me
Embrace the good things in life
Come on and dance with me.
Come on and jump to the beat (jump)
Come on and dance with me
Come on and jump to the beat (jump)
Come on and dance with me, uh-uh-uh
And tomorrow we have the gathering of the clans for yet another forthcoming semi-centenarian - with a real, genuine, 100% Disco-themed party at which this will be played (I ought to know, I put together the playlist!) - our Sally, so there's extra reason to really "make the moves come alive"...
Have a faboo weekend, dear reader! We will.
