That's the thing with regularly blogging, it isn’t about the words, words come easily enough, it’s what the words are about that seems to be my issue.
Yes, I seem to spend an awful lot of time wondering what my blog should be about, sometimes even hoping for something catastrophic to take place simply so that I can have something to write a few measly words about.
Talking of measly (Ron that is) there’s always J.K. Rowling’s new book. She’s a bit
late to the 50 Shades party, although I kind of wish it had been she who had
written the already infamous 50 rather than E. L. James. Children’s wizardry to adult fornication –
expspankmeanus! Of course I’ve read neither, but the reviews of Casual Vacancy
say that it’s an okay (if dull) read despite some of its themes – rape,
self-harming, drug abuse; not much magic there. Mind you, J.K has always looked
just a trifle pissed off to me, a bit of a misery - although God knows why given
that she’s one of the most read authors on the planet and responsible for so
many wand accidents… careful Harry it’ll take your eye out (the wand that is, this isn't 50).
So, Mr. Andy Williams has booted his pail. I don’t quite
know what to say, you see he was the burglar who crept into the living room
between Pot Black, Call My Bluff, Alias Smith and Jones, and Kelly Monteith. Just
an American crooner really - and there were plenty of those to go around at the
time with Perry and Bing - but as soon as his show came on I couldn’t not watch
it. You see, his show had style – schmaltzy, polished, sanitised, pseudo-psychedelia
in a ‘V’ neck sweater style - but definitely style. Cashmere .
Of course, his show was of its time, so different from the Britain I
remember in the late sixties and early seventies, which was grim and grey and unsatisfactory in so many ways. His show was clean and smiley, just like Andy. Yes, I liked it I
think. I can even forgive him that last spinning dance, the Cookie Bear and The
Flying Silverman Brothers... I can’t forgive him for the Osmonds though, the Osmonds
are a curse on us all and Donny and Jimmy are the spawn of the devil. Mind you, he did introduce the U.K. to The
Jacksons which seemed like a good thing at the time… pity the way it turned
out.
And Google turns fourteen today, a nasty stage in any boys
development. It’ll be interesting to see how Google grows up now that it’s
reached puberty. Yes Google, you are misunderstood and it really is ‘not fair’; as any number of angsty Kevin’s would tell you. Perhaps you spend too much time
watching porn… you’ll go blind you know.
There you go, another one done. I can get in with worrying
about tomorrow’s now.
B. Kapral replied:
ReplyDeleteOMG we are twins = back to Alias Smith and Jones, Ben Murphy was my pin up. I had a poster of him in the bath, smoking a cigar, on my bedroom wall which I would say goodnight to perchance to dream of doing naughty things to and with him...... perhaps that was where my downfall began..... I and my sisters all loved that programme, I wonder where Ben is now?
I like Andy Williams - even bought one of his albums once. had a lovely voice.Don't really like JK Rowling and will never read 50 shades, people like us don't need to read about lifestyle choices, we've got our own take on the world, still if it gets people to actually read something, then all for the good.
Steve Bishop on Facebook:
ReplyDeleteSo sad Andy is gone. Despite loving heavy rock, I still posses Andy Williams, Rat Pack, et all CDs.
P.S. The muppet behind Andy on the extreme right looks very menacing !!!!
Yes Steve, he was one of those entertainers. Mind you I used to watch Val Doonican and Rolf Harris too. Things were very much simpler back then in the world of black and white.
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DeleteI think I also was disapproving when his show came on, but have strong memories of skipping to primary school singing "Can't take my eyes off of you" for most of the Summer. And "the girls watch the boys, watch the girls, watch the boys...." Pure magic. Simple pleasures.
It's not really my type of music but a bit of Andy, Frank, Dean or even Val every now and again transports me back to when my mum used to sing along whilst doing the housework. Radio 2 "easy listening" or it might even have been the Light Programme back then.
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