It's bizarre. Here we are in November, Bonfire Night's over, and with this grotty weather it hasn't really got light at all this weekend, yet in the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers, not only are the "usual suspects" - autumn flowers like salvias and fuchsias - still giving a fabulous show (and they are still covered in bees!), other flowers such as the "Black-Eyed Susan vine" (Thunbergia) have only just started flowering, and the Cobaea scandens [above - click to embiggen] in "the top field" at the end of the garden has gone completely, utterly mad! Too many flowers to count, in a five-foot-by-five-foot curtain hanging from the washing-line! Shame one needs a brolly and galoshes to traverse the jungle and the dead-leaf-slime carpet to actually see them...
Changing the subject completely, a somewhat obscure name appeared in the obituaries yesterday. Miss Nicole Josy has departed for Fabulon (or at least one of its tackier ante-rooms).
Who? I hear you cry.
Well, as one half of the duo who were the Belgian entry for the Eurovision Song Contest back in 1973, she created one of the most - ahem - memorable impressions in the history of that eternal kitsch-fest. As I said when when I featured it for Tacky Music Monday back in January 2017:
It has purple bell-bottoms and matching platform boots. It has backing singers in proto-Golden Girls fright wigs. It's completely incomprehensible. It's Baby, Baby by Nicole & Hugo!
Once seen, it can never be "unseen".
