Tuesday, 30 May 2017

Euro-kitsch



Lord knows we need cheering up as the realisation dawns that the long weekend is over, and we have to gather our skirts and get back to work...

Trust those "funny Europeans" to provide the answer. How I stumbled across the amazing talents of the band called Passengers is beyond me - but with this stunning performance of their "hit" [dunno - it must have been, somewhere] Casino, at least I can drag myself back to the grindstone with a smile on my face...


Or something.

Have a good one, folks!

Monday, 29 May 2017

Reunited with Shep at last



Oh dear. Very sad news.

Another little bit of my childhood has slipped away - with the announcement of the death of that most iconic of children's television presenters, the lovely John Noakes.

The longest-serving presenter of the enduring classic Blue Peter - favourite TV programme of many generations of children since it began way back in 1958 - he was the friendly face that was always there for me, from toddler to teenager [he started on the show in 1965 and left in 1978]. In the world of kids' programmes - where presenters either feel the need to be zany'n'wacky, or else a bit schoolteacher-ish - he was the sort of daredevil, jolly bloke that behaved like an overgrown schoolboy; always climbing things, messing with things that go "pop", or handling creatures that were a bit scary or just out-of-control [like his pet dog/up-stager "Shep"]. The sort of person you wanted to be when you grew up.

Everybody adored him.

Two years ago, when he went missing from his home in Majorca (and was found only slightly hurt, having fallen into a ditch), it was revealed he had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Such was the love for the man in the British collective consciousness that his plight made the TV news headlines,and the front pages of many newspapers.

However, it is for his on-screen antics that we love him the most, including climbing Nelson's Column, jumping out of aeroplanes, baring his bruised bum after he came skidding off a bob-sled, and, of course... THAT elephant! Here are a few highlights that have been hastily put together by some kindly YouTuber:


RIP, John Noakes (born John A. Bottomley, 6th March 1934 – 28th May 2017)

You gotta swing your hips, now



It may be a Bank Holiday (our last till the end of August). It may be threatening rain again. However, it was the birthday yesterday of Our Princess Kylie - so to lift our spirits this Tacky Music Whit Monday, here's not one, but two versions of her chirpiest, silliest number, The Locomotion!

Compare and contrast...

First, the official video:


This is what she did with it for the Fever Tour:


Belated birthday wishes, Miss Kylie Ann Minogue, OBE!

PS - scary thought: her original version of that song was released THIRTY YEARS AGO this July...

Sunday, 28 May 2017

I've come to watch your flowers growing


Rosa Veilchenblau in the Gardens at Dolores Delargo Towers

It isn't often that we generally say we love something without a prick - but for our utterly gorgeous thornless violet-blue rambling rose Veilchenblau, we will make an exception! Remarkably for the grim North London housing estate in which my office is sadly located, I spotted this beauty overhanging the back garden of one of the maisonettes opposite reception and in autumn 2014, I took a few hardwood cuttings (it's a rambler - more of the plant is outside the garden than actually in it). In a small pot of gritty compost on the floor outside the back door, one of them overwintered and rooted successfully, and began to grow.

Two-and-a-half years later, its leading branch is eight feet long - we trained it along the fence behind the bench - and has produced [with not insubstantial assistance from the services of the hoverfly larvae, of course] seventeen sprays of these beautiful blooms (and four more further down the plant)! Plants never cease to amaze and astonish.

Speaking of astonishment... Despite torrential downpours interspersed with that kind of stifling heat one tends to get when it is overcast - today I managed to get some shopping in, and even some pottering in the garden (as we did all day yesterday, and no doubt will be doing all day tomorrow), albeit mainly sat inside the greenhouse avoiding getting soaked. As is my wont (especially on a Sunday, when Radio 2 is at its best) I spent it in the company of showtunes and easy listening numbers...

...including this one! [The reason for the astonishment? This video is the first time I have ever seen the group in the flesh; and all of a sudden I realised where the brilliant Mike Flowers Pops got the inspiration from.]

It's Harpers Bizarre with The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy):


Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobble stones
Looking for fun and feelin' groovy
Hello lamppost, what cha knowing?
I've come to watch your flowers growing
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in' doo-doo, feelin' groovy
Got no deeds to do, no promises to keep
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me
Life, I love you, all is groovy


And so it is.

Saturday, 27 May 2017

The Ice Queen

















"There is a fun, flippant side to me, of course. But I would much rather be known as the Ice Queen."

Gulp. Our Patron Saint of Fishnets, Miss Siouxsie Sioux is 60 years old today!

I have always adored Siouxsie. Ever since first seeing her on Top Of The Pops strutting like some unearthly Amazon to Hong Kong Garden, I just knew she was something very different; an awesome talent with an awesome stage persona, and excitingly scary. As Ben Hewitt in the Guardian put it so succinctly: she has a "macabre mystique". Siouxsie was second only to Debbie Harry among my adolescent icons.

Irredeemably photogenic, hers has to be one of THE faces of the 20th (and any other) century - instantly recognisable. Her musical legacy, too, is wide-reaching and well recognised. Without her (and the Banshees), there would be no "Goth movement". Her songs have been covered by artists as diverse as Massive Attack and Red Hot Chili Peppers; myriad artists - from Morrissey to PJ Harvey, from Bono to Sinéad O'Connor, from Courtney Love to Ana Matronic - have all paid their due homage to her influence.

There is only one Siouxsie.

And thank heavens for that! Here are some of my choices from her vast repertoire...



Peek-a-Boo (Spec Goth Disco Edit):




However, this remains my all-time favourite (and is among my top tunes ever) - Happy House:


Many happy returns, Siouxsie Sioux (born Susan Janet Ballion, 27th May 1957)

Friday, 26 May 2017

I Like It, uh-huh, uh-huh


Britain enjoyed a full minute of optimum sunshine this morning before everyone started moaning about the heat.

The moment happened when everyone was either commuting or already in work, giving nobody opportunity to actually savour it before being stuck inside for a long, sweaty day.

Marketing executive Tom Logan said: “Sunshine’s great in theory. But when it’s nippy getting into work then a slow-roasted hell by lunchtime, I have to question the point.

“It’s basically treason if you’re British and don’t spend every single available second outside when the temperature exceeds 20 degrees, but I’m sweating cobs and my sandwich tastes of suncream.

“It’ll be baking when I finish work. It’ll be stifling when I go to bed tonight. And tomorrow’s Saturday, so it’ll be raining.”


The only people able to enjoy the balmy minute were old men on their way to buy a newspaper and schoolchildren playing truant.

72-year-old Norman Steele said: “Ah, wonderful to be out here with the rays playing gently on the sun-dappled pavements.

“Oh, minute’s over. Now it’s too hot.”
The Daily Mash

Of course.

Some of us Brits adore the sunshine, however...

...and we also adore The Sunshine Band!


It's a Bank Holiday weekend, too - so it's goodbye to the office till Tuesday. Yay!

Thank Disco It's Friday!