Friday, 29 February 2008

A near Miss?



Good lord! Released on DVD this week is Our Miss Fred, the very first big screen outing for the amazing Danny La Rue; co-starring some classic British actors such as Alfred Marks, Lance Percival, Lally Bowers and Frances de la Tour.

According to the blurb: "Shakespearean actor La Rue is drafted into WWII and appearing in a camp show in France when the Nazis advance. He will be shot as a spy unless he continues in his female costume. Soon he is trying to escape in the company of a group of randy English schoolgirls." Hooked yet?

Totally kitch and dreadful, you can order it from Dress Circle (where else?)

Dress Circle Music Shop

But rather than dwell too long on quite how bad this film is, why not remind ourselves of the real reason why Danny LaRue has a special place in our queeny hearts...

Thursday, 28 February 2008

Why don’t more pubs have jukeboxes?

Spent an evening in the Admiral Duncan in Compton Street - one of those rare gay boozers that actually has a jukebox instead of those relentless Britney-Justin-Rhianna loop-tapes - and Madam Arcati decided to give it a go.

Inevitably, we find something a bit bizarre on there - Alma Cogan, maybe, or some obscure German 80s music - but tonight he managed to find a really rare gem! Try to think of the last time you heard this being played in a gay bar...


About Fraggle Rock

Wednesday, 27 February 2008

Dick-lit and glitterballs



Whoever would have expected that a night dedicated to talking about books -even gay ones - would be such a success? The glitter-ball-filled Freedom Bar in Soho was packed to the gunnels last night for just that - the Between the Covers event (organised as part of LGBT History Month 2008).

Rupert Smith as MC was a perfect representative of his "organisation" The House of Homosexual Culture. Waspish, witty and bedecked in a foppish cravat, he held the evening together with aplomb.

One of the original ground-breaking lesbian authors of the pre-equality 1960s Maureen Duffy gave a wonderful insight into the difference between writing on queer themes then and now - listening to her talk about the terror that girls felt on entering the famous Gateways club (immortalised in The Killing of Sister George), and the discrimination they received in their daily life was fascinating. Christopher Fowler was very entertaining as he gave his perspective on writing books that many consider to be more at the "erotic" end of the scale.

From the perspective of how the "mainstream" press deals with the tricky problem of reviewing gay literature as opposed to "genre publishing", Suzi Feay from the Independent on Sunday gave us her witty theory as to why gay authors rarely break through into the wider world of literature - they simply don't know how to handle them. (Unless of course you take the reviewer out for a champagne lunch!)

We had a discussion about the similar issues that face the book selling trade, with speakers from Gay's The Word (which almost closed down last year), Prowler Store and Foyles. But the piece de resistance was the dramatised version of Clayton Littlewood's forthcoming book Dirty White Boy - serialised in its original version as a blog on MySpace.

And with the campest music I have heard in a long time, courtesy of prize-winning author Mr Paul Burston, who jointly organised the evening - with his Rubettes-cum-Minets Sauvages flat cap and scarf ensemble - the evening was complete!

A great way to spend a Tuesday evening...

Tuesday, 26 February 2008

Prick up your ears (and your mouse)



A website dedicated to the life and times of the icon of all gay sluts Joe Orton has been launched.

I have always taken inspiration from Joe's life. His bold and unabashed mission of sexual conquest is a fascinating story indeed - "any time, any place, anywhere" appears to have been his motto as far as casual sex with men was concerned. Amen to that!

His plays - including Entertaining Mr. Sloane, Loot and What the Butler Saw - are regarded (quite rightly) as classics. He specialised in parodying traditional farce by adding some very perverse twists indeed, and was greeted with a degree of incredulity by the straight-laced critics of the day.

His infamous diaries inspired John Lahr to write Joe's story - Prick Up Your Ears - later to become a fantastic film, one of my favourites of all time.

It seems appropriate, during this LGBT History Month 2008, to remind ourselves just how uncompromising and bold Joe Orton was - years before homosexuality was even decriminalised he set the tone of queer freedom for a generation of gay men.

Joe Orton online

Monday, 25 February 2008

Never mind the Oscars

The Hollywood hoo-ha may come and go, with endless analysis of the frocks and why Tilda Swinton has a buttock obsession, but this is what we want! A picture of loveable buffoon Bruce Forsyth cuddling some exotic dancers at his 80th birthday bash...



Brucie's big night

Sunday, 24 February 2008

Depp-th charged



We wait with bated breath this evening for the announcement of the Oscar winners (not really - this annual American back-slapping event has always been a bit of a crap affair, with the obviously good performances unrewarded and the obviously populist films scooping prizes).

Here is a clip of the gorgeous Johnny Depp - nominated for Best Actor- singing in his best David Bowie voice in Sweeney Todd:


Voted People Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive in 2003, I have been in love with Johnny Depp ever since Cry Baby. With his twinkling eyes, his off-beat choice of roles - think Edward Scissorhands or Ed Wood - and his all-round charm he has my vote any day!

The Oscars

Johnny Depp on IMDB

Saturday, 23 February 2008

Makes you proud to be Welsh...

It entered the UK Singles Chart at number one solely on download sales last week - here's Mercy by that sassy Welsh singer called Duffy. This is truly fab!


She knocks Charlotte Church into a cocked hat...