Showing posts with label All Saints. Show all posts
Showing posts with label All Saints. Show all posts

Saturday, 1 November 2025

If you wanna have a good time


It's a conga line!

We're heading off tonight for a bit of culture (with a capital "K"), as a little gang of us have booked tickets for Mozart's The Magic Flute at The Royal Opera House, no less!

Meanwhile, it's All Hallows Day today, also known as All Saints...

...so let's have some appropriate music for the occasion, shall we?

Fuck. That song is 28 years old! It's the same age as Sydney Sweeney, Max Verstappen, Zara Larsson, Jacob Elordi, Raye and Channel 5...

Thursday, 18 May 2023

Take me to the place I love

We're counting down the hours to our mini-break in Sitges this weekend [Madam Arcati and I fly out at the crack'o'doom on Saturday and fly back on Wednesday]! It's "officially" to celebrate our friend Paul's 70th birthday [hence why I call him "Jurassic Paul"] - but it's also unofficially a little treat to round-off our 25th anniversary month.

Speaking of which...

...whoever would have thought that this little slice of brilliance was a quarter-of-a-century old this week?!

Time flies... scarily.

Sunday, 11 September 2016

And did those feet...





We've been having a bit of a "recovery day" here at Dolores Delargo Towers, after the excesses of yesterday's Proms in the Park celebrations - and what a fab event it was, too!

OK, we could have done without the rain, the "amateur orchestras", Tim Minchin and the precocious brats from the cast of his musical Matilda, School of Rock The Musical and, for that matter, The Feeling (who weren't bad, just not "our type of music"), but the rest was excellent.



What a joy to sing along in a torrential downpour to Rick Astley - like this lot did (whoever they are):


Only in Britain...

After the break, ABC brought back happy memories of that golden era of the early 80s:


Despite not performing our fave Under the Bridge, the re-formed All Saints were in fine voice:


And speaking of voices... even at 82, Frankie Valli's still got it!






The "pop bit" dispensed with, it was time to go over live to the Royal Albert Hall ["Hello Hyde Park" Hello, Hall!"] for the grandest of grand finales, with the massed talents of the BBC Symphony Orchestra and Chorus conducted by Sakari Oramo, and the star of the show, Peru's finest [hence the costume!], tenor Juan Diego Flórez:

Rule, Britannia...


...Land of Hope and Glory...


...and [in its centenary year] Jerusalem:


And, with God Save The Queen, Auld Lang Syne and the fireworks, that was it for another year (and another summer, sob)...



Utterly unforgettable!