Sunday, 31 August 2008

Farewell to a unique talent



Writer, producer and performer Geoffrey Perkins was killed in a road accident on Friday night.

Perhaps we too often neglect the "men behind the scenes", but Geoffrey's list of credits in the world of TV and radio comedy is simply quite staggering. He was not only responsible for the mega-successful Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue on BBC Radio, but he brought to our screens (among others) Spitting Image, Robbie Coltrane, Harry Enfield, Catherine Tate, The Fast Show, Game On, My Family, Benidorm and Father Ted.

Over the years he worked closely with co-writers Ben Elton, Harry Enfield and Angus Deayton, and starred with the latter in Radio Active and its on-screen follow-up KYTV.


He made a brilliant contribution to some of the best comedies ever made. Such a sad loss...

Article in the Telegraph

Saturday, 30 August 2008

Blonde!

In conversation in a pub in Charlotte Street tonight, this little gem came up. So I just had to share it...


Because I'm a blonde, I don't have to think.
I talk like a baby, and I never pay for drinks.
Don't have to worry 'bout getting a man
If I keep this blonde and I keep these tan,
'Cause I'm a blonde, yeah, yeah, yeah.
'Cause I'm a blonde, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Friday, 29 August 2008

Weekend cheese

It's the weekend - and here's something lovely to help us celebrate!

Thursday, 28 August 2008

He got Soul



In celebration of the 65th (!) birthday of David Soul, here's a reminder of the man's estimable talents...


http://www.davidsoul.com/

Wednesday, 27 August 2008

Madonna diva?

As the hoo-ha begins as Madge is on tour again, I thought it timely to remind people of what a true Diva really is... At almost 82 years old (three decades older than Mrs Ritchie), Miss Eartha Kitt still knocks them all dead!


Eartha Kitt official site

Tuesday, 26 August 2008

Fun, natural fun

A little something to cheer us up as we reluctantly return to work after the Bank Holiday...



Genius of Love - Tom Tom Club
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna have some fun
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun

I'm in heaven
With my boyfriend, my laughing boyfriend
There's no beginning and there is no end
Time isn't present in that dimention
He'll take my arm
When we're walkin', rolling and rocking
It's one time I'm glad I'm not a man
Feels like I'm dreaming, but I'm not sleeping

I'm in heaven
With the maven of funk mutation
Clinton's musicians such as Bootsy Collins
Raise expectations to a new intention
No one can sing
Quite like Smokey, Smokey Robinson
Wailin' and shakin' to Bob Marley
Reggae's expanding with Sly and Robbie

All the weekend
Boyfriend was missing
I surely miss him
The way he'd hold me in his warm arms
We went insane when we took cocaine.

Stepping in a rhythm to a Kurtis Blow
Who needs to think when your feet just go
With a hiditihi and a hipitiho
Who needs to think when your feet just go ...Bohannon Bohannon Bohannon Bohannon
Who needs to think when your feet just go ...Bohannon Bohannon Bohannon Bohannon
James Brown, James Brown
James Brown, James Brown

If you see him
Please remind him, unhappy boyfriend
Well he's the genius of love
He's got a greater depth of feeling
Well he's the genius of love
He's so deep.

Monday, 25 August 2008

Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo



We went along to A Club for Lovers & Losers last night - and what a great night it was!

If ever anyone wanted to re-create the slightly sleazy, smoky, naughtiness of a 1980s "one-nighter", than this is most definitely it! The Trash Palace is everything you could wish for - flock wallpaper, mirrors and glitterballs, uncomfortable seating, tiny dancefloor and sticky floors...



And darling Dom Agius served us well with his trademark mix of the weird and the wonderful, from the Tom Tom Club to the Human League, from Goldfrapp to Bowie/Roxy - and we greeted each and every one with a drunken whoop! Admittedly trying to dance when the soles of your feet are stuck to the floor is an Olympic effort, but dance we did.



In the absence of Paul Burston, Dom and hubby shared the DJ duties, and took to the job of choking the punters to death with the cyanide smoke machine with aplomb. A great night, and I can't wait for the next one!