Thursday, 31 July 2025

A tacit bond of silence

A man is locked in a toxic relationship with his barber that is based on lies, he has admitted.

Steve Malley has visited barber Bill McKay for much of his life, partly due to him being down the road but also due to their tacit bond of silence over his thinning hair.

Malley said: “He could tell me it would be easier to chop it all off since there isn’t much up top anymore, but he keeps quiet. It’s omerta for male pattern baldness.

“You can’t buy that sort of trust, although I do pay him a ridiculous 20 quid for what amounts to a really quick trim. But it’s the peace of mind I’m paying for. You know, like how when you hire a prostitute but you don’t shag her, you just want to be held.”


McKay said: “People think being a barber is just cutting hair and talking about holiday plans, but I’m really a specialist psychotherapist helping middle-aged men through a difficult transition in their lives.

“No one wants to be the person who suggests it’s time to move on to the head-shaving stage of life. It’s not pleasant seeing a grown man break down in the chair and cry like a little girl.

“Although it does mean I can sell ‘specially formulated’ scalp moisturiser to the bald coots.”

The Daily Mash

Of course.

Wednesday, 30 July 2025

We only said goodbye with words


"Fame costs. And here is where you start paying ...in sweat."

What do Amy Winehouse, Billie Piper, Daniel Kaluuya, Denise Van Outen, Dua Lipa, Emma Bunton, Jenna Russell, Keeley Hawes, Layton Williams, Leona Lewis, Matt Willis, Melanie Blatt, Natalie and Nicole Appleton, Nicholas Hoult, Nick Berry, Rita Ora, Tamzin Outhwaite and thousands of other West End/television/film actors and singers have in common?

Each and every one of them owes their career to the dedication of one woman to performing arts in education - Sylvia Young OBE, who has today departed from the wings one last time for Fabulon...

Here's something from one of her most famous alumni, by way of a tribute:

My favourite of all dear Amy's songs...

Tuesday, 29 July 2025

Of porn, a giant egg, Loki, Dali, "Super-tot" and Zorba


Move over "The Lionesses", it's Global Tiger Day!

It's another snippets post, dear reader:

  • We're a nation of porn addicts news: There has been a massive "spike" in downloads of virtual private network (VPN) software, as the government has introduced strict age verification with ID to watch your favourite kinks played out on screen. Prudish bastards! The kids they're ostensibly trying to protect will already have cracked that one ages ago, and it's just the grown-ups that are trying to catch up...
  • Foodstuffs that are alien to Americans news: The world's largest Scotch Egg, created just around the corner from us in North London by two foodies who share recipes online, has been recognised by Guinness World Records.
  • Death to all vermin news: Meet Loki, the new "official hawk" of Westminster.
  • Hello, Dali news: A "lost" work by Surrealist artist Salvador Dali, bought for £150 in a house clearance in Cambridge, has been valued for sale at auction at £20-30,000! I think it looks like some kind of dreadful rash, to be honest.
  • The Indian Heracles? news: Instead of being scared and screaming when a deadly cobra started coiling around his hands, toddler Govina in the Indian state of Bihar bit its head off, killing it instantly! Wonder what he's going to be like when he grows up? Tough, I'd imagine.
  • And, finally: Sharing the day with the likes of Theda Bara (140), Clara Bow (120), William Powell, Sally Gunnell, Diane Keen, Wil Wheaton, Simon Nye, Geddy Lee, Sigmund Romberg, DJ Carl Cox, Dag Hammarskjöld, Andi Peters, David Warner and - erm - Benito Mussolini...

    ...it's the centenary today of the birth of Mikis Theodorakis! Who? I hear you ask. His most famous work is rather recognisable:

And the weather? Still grey.

Monday, 28 July 2025

When correctly viewed, everything is lewd


At least he's still alive: happy 80th birthday Jim Davis, creator of Garfield

"Apart from that, Mrs Lincoln, how did you enjoy the play?"

I owe one of my most-used catchprases to one of the geniuses of sardonic repartee, the singer-songwriter and pianist Tom Lehrer, who has departed for the great That Was The Week That Was reunion in Fabulon, aged 97.

Bizarrely, his performing career only lasted a few short years, and in the late 60s Mr Lehrer apparently became disillusioned with "showbiz" - some say he decided to retire when the award of the Nobel Peace Prize went to Henry Kissinger ("political satire just became obsolete" were his words).

Needless to say, he left us a fine legacy of classics - and in a bit of a different "take" on the usual Tacky Music Monday "wake-up call" fare, here are just a few examples of his brilliance:

...and here is the great man on a subject close to all our hearts...

Smut!
Give me smut
And nothing but!
A dirty novel I can't shut
If it's uncut
And unsubt-tle

I've never quibbled
If it was ribald
I would devour
Where others merely nibbled
As the judge
Remarked the day
That he acquitted my Aunt Hortense:
"To be smut
It must be ut-
Terly without redeeming social importance."

Por-
Nographic pictures I adore
Indecent magazines galore
I like them more
If they're hardcore

(Bring on the obscene movies, murals, postcards, neckties, samplers, stained-glass windows, tattoos, anything!
More, more, I'm still not satisfied!)

Stories of tortures
Used by debauchers
Lurid, licentious, and vile
Make me smile
Novels that pander
To my taste for candour
Give me a pleasure sublime
(Let's face it, I love slime.)

All books can be indecent books
Though recent books are bolder
For filth (I'm glad to say) is in
The mind of the beholder
When correctly viewed
Everything is lewd

(I could tell you things about Peter Pan
And the Wizard of Oz, there's a dirty old man!)

I thrill
To any book like Fanny Hill
And I suppose I always will
If it is swill
And really fil-
Thy
Who needs a hobby like tennis or philately?
I've got a hobby: rereading Lady Chatterley

But now they're trying to take it all away from us unless
We take a stand, and hand in hand
We fight for freedom of the press
In other words

Smut! (I love it)
Ah, the adventures of a slut
Oh, I'm a market they can't glut
I don't know what
Compares with smut

Hip hip hooray!
Let's hear it for the Supreme Court!
Don't let them take it away!

RIP, Thomas Andrew "Tom" Lehrer (9th April 1928 – 26th July 2025)

They're dropping like flies at the moment...

Have a good week, dear reader.

Sunday, 27 July 2025

Lament for a lost age


[click to embiggen]

After a lovely day with Mother yesterday - it was our turn to host, and she loved sitting in the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers - today's a bit more laid-back. The weather doesn't exactly lend itself to pottering out there, despite the fact there are some plants that are obviously outgrowing their pots and need moving on; it's overcast and occasionally drizzly. More like autumn than "high summer".

Let us instead take a good old wallow in the lives of impossibly-glamorous people in exotic locations (well, Hollywood) again, shall we - courtesy of the ever-marvellous Soft Tempo Lounge:

How many stars could you name? And how many are still with us?
[I know Dame Julie Andrews, Sir Michael Caine and Mlle Brigitte Bardot are, but...]

Perfect Sunday Music, nonetheless.

[Music: Stan Kenton - Daydreams In The Night]

Friday, 25 July 2025

Sweet!

Yes! The weekend's almost here - so it's time to let our hair down...

With the sad news that DJ Eamon Downes has departed, much too soon, for the Great Rave Tent in the Sky - what better way to wave goodbye to another tedious week than with this, his most famous hit? An irresistible choon from the "Decade of Dance"...

Thank Disco Old-Skool It's Friday!

Ravin'! We're ravin'!
[We go to Wetherspoons, have a few drinks and a burger and go home, more like.]

Have a great weekend, peeps!

Thursday, 24 July 2025

Thought for the Day


Just the two, dear?

Happy Tequila Day! I can't stand the stuff myself, but it inspired a couple of great songs:

Take it to the motherfucking dance floor, indeed.

Wednesday, 23 July 2025

Anything to make sure our little ones are safe

A mother attending an asylum protest to protect her children could have done so more effectively by not bringing them along, it has emerged.

By her own admission, Donna Sheridan has not compared the chances of her 12-year-old daughter Kaylee being assaulted by an asylum seeker with the chances of her being hit by a brick during a pitched battle between bald racists and riot police.

Sheridan said: “Okay, yeah, at the last protest a bottle only missed her by six inches, but would you rather have stitches or be murdered by an immigrant? Stitches, obviously. That’s just common sense.

“I know Kaylee would rather be at home watching 'Married At First Sight', but this is educational too. She’s learning countries of the world they can fuck off back to. And she’s made her own sign calling them all paedos which is basically art GCSE homework.

“But the main thing is we’ll do anything to make sure our little ones to be safe. Oi! Kaylee! Don’t touch that you stupid cow! Burning police vans are hot!”


Kaylee said: “I was really scared when around 50 bald 18-stone men in England shirts, each an eight-pack of Stella in, almost trampled me. But apart from that and my recurring nightmares of being molested by dark-skinned men it was a positive experience.

“All the girls in my class just want to be beauty therapists, but I’m going to do something with my life and join the English Defence League.”

The Daily Mash

Of course.

Tuesday, 22 July 2025

Can you help me? Occupy my brain?


A Public Service Announcement: You were warned! [thanks to Madam Arcati for stumbling across this one]

It's another snippets post today, dear reader:

  • And finally: RIP, the craziest-of-crazy frontmen of heavy rock, Mr Ozzy Osbourne!

Let's ROCK!!!

And the weather? Grey.

Monday, 21 July 2025

Terpsichore!

Grrrr. Monday again...

Never mind, eh? Among a peppering of assorted celebrants - including Mollie Sugden, Queenie Watts, Robin Williams, Paloma Faith, Ernest Hemingway, Bill Pertwee, Sir Jonathan Miller, Cat Stevens, Ross Kemp, Josh Hartnett, Helen Merrill, Charlotte Gainsbourg and (erm) the Aswan High Dam in Egypt - it would have been the birthday today of the marvellous Miss Kay Starr!

Although she became a world-renowned hitmaker in her own right during the 1950s, she did venture into the world of "ghost singer" for other actresseses...

...and here, on this Tacky Music Monday, is a great (and exceptionally OTT) example!

Camp as old tits! Even more camp is that fact that this little-known musical (that actually starred Rita Hayworth) was remade as, or at least formed the basis of Xanadu with Olivia Newton-John...

Have a good week, dear reader.

Sunday, 20 July 2025

If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it


A view up my soggy back passage

This weekend's been a bit of a washout so far - gloomy, humid and we've had some torrential downpours! Shame. I had a few jobs lined up for the garden today. Hopefully it may brighten up later so I can tackle them...

Never mind, let's instead wallow in some appropriate "Sunday Music", courtesy of our "house band" here at Dolores Delargo Towers:

Lovely.

We adore Postmodern Jukebox!

Saturday, 19 July 2025

And so what, if I love each feather and each spangle?

Our second trip to Wilton's Music Hall in a week was another joyful evening - in the company of the London Gay Big Band and a whole array of marvellous guest vocalists, as they treated us to A Night at the Musicals.

Although a little late for Gay Pride month [no idea when it became a month-long event, but hey ho], the focus was on songs that have had significant meaning for gay audiences over the years, and/or sung by gay icons - so it was fitting that the show opened with an overture of numbers from musical films starring Judy Garland, and the bill was peppered with anthems such as MegaBabs Don't Rain On My Parade, Liza's Cabaret, Dinah Washington/Noel Coward's Mad About the Boy, and songs from West End, Broadway and film musicals old and new - everything from Sondheim to Six!

In the role of MC, as well as one of our performers, was the simply marvellous Mr Carl Mullaney (who was superb as "Albin" in the Regent's Park Open Air Theatre production of La Cage Aux Folles). His voice is remarkable, as is that of another of our singers Mr Tom Duern (a regular in Sacha Regan's all-male Gilbert and Sullivan operettas, we saw him (at Wilton's, again) in both HMS Pinafore and The Pirates of Penzance). What better way to showcase all that talent than with a very camp number from the aforementioned Six: The Musical, in which both boys appear?

An alumnus from the original production of that show, Ms Renée Lamb was also on the bill last night. Her voice is powerful [even if she does suffer a bit from the dreaded "Whitney Wibble" (melisma)], and, even though there is no online footage of her singing it, she did rather well on this modern gay anthem:


The London Gay Big Band, tootling away.

Another of last night's performers, the rather glamorous Miss Emma Hatton has a magnificent voice - and put it to particularly spectacular use, on this uplifting [geddit?!] number, that she first performed in Wicked ten years ago:

However, it was the uber-talented Alison Jiear who we were looking forward to the most of all! She unfortunately didn't perform I Just Wanna Fucking Dance for us (although she did read out a few of the lyrics), but every time she appeared on stage, she showed the young 'uns what it means to be a true legend. And speaking of "camp musical classics":

One of the songs she performed was a completely new one on us, but she did it brilliantly - here's the original:

And then - there's this:

The last word must, of course, go to the faboo Carl Mullaney (again) - who did indeed close the show with this, the biggest and best gay anthem of them all!

We absolutely adored every minute of this show - what a fab way to end a week!

Friday, 18 July 2025

I've got to do some living

Blessed relief - in the form of a looming weekend - is in sight, dear reader! We need to let our hair down...

...and so we will - we're off again tonight to Wilton's Music Hall [for the third time in as many weeks - see here and here] with Hils and Crog for an evening with London Gay Big Band and their show A Night At The Musicals!

Having spotted that none other than Miss Alison Jiear is one of the featured vocalists, I hope against all hope that this particular number - an all-time fave (especially for the faboo video that some clever bugger put together for it) from Jerry Springer: The Opera, in which she starred - gets an outing!

Have a great weekend, dear reader!

Thursday, 17 July 2025

Where the show is gay and bright!


Jan and Basil

As my dear regular reader will be aware, one of our favourite choices for an evening's entertainment is "Old-Time Music Hall" - and there is no finer ensemble in that genre than the company of The Players Theatre. So we were thrilled to get another opportunity to go and see them on Tuesday in the absolutely perfect environs of Wilton's Music Hall, and they certainly didn't disappoint!

With the traditional "firm hand on the gavel", the very funny - and splendidly-waistcoated - Chairman Mr Kevin Gauntlett introduced a fine line-up of old and new faces, including crooner Mr Philip Day, comedy operetta duo Mr Malcolm McKee and Miss Nicola Keen, Miss Hilary O'Neil as Florrie Forde, West End chorine Miss Alice Ellen Wright, comic singer Mr Ben Stock and conjurer Mr Steve Price - all accompanied on the piano by the peerless Music Hall Maestro Mr Tom Carradine.

All the old favourite classic sing-a-long numbers were there: Down at the Old Bull and Bush, Hold Your Hand Out You Naughty Boy, Oh! Oh! Antonio!, Daisy Daisy (A Bicycle Made for Two), The Lambeth Walk, Don't Dilly-Dally On The Way, When Father Papered the Parlour, Joshua, Joshua and so on - and we sang 'em all with gusto!

There were even some new songs in the old style, too - courtesy of Mr Josh Bryant-Jones and his She Pushed Me Into the Parlour.

However, the undisputed "star turn" of the entire revue was the irreverent superstar puppet Mr Basil Brush, beloved icon of generations of children and adults alike and "national treasure" [he's been on and off British telly regularly since 1962]! Here's a (very) short snippet from Tuesday's performance:

...and here's one from the archives - the legend at work on his prime-time show, charming none other than Twiggy almost half a century ago in 1976:

It was an absolute gem of an evening's entertainment, and full kudos for the whole thing must go to the lady who was behind it all - another veteran of children's telly (Crackerjack!) and of the Player Theatre Music Hall [we've seen her performing as part of the troupe on many occasions [click her name and/or the Players Theatre link in the labels at the foot of this post for more] and hoped to do so again on Tuesday, but no such luck - although she did smile and wave when she saw us as she wandered around the auditorium!] - producer/director Miss Jan Hunt!

However, let the last word go to The Maestro, Mr Carradine:

Faboo!

A smilin' face, a warm embrace

Sad news. The legendary Miss Connie Francis has ascended that glittering stairway one last time and departed for Fabulon.

Specialising in teary ballads such as Who's Sorry Now? and harmless pop numbers like Lipstick On Your Collar, she was a huge star (in the Doris Day mould) in the pre-Beatles early 60s. By the end of that decade, her particular brand of middle-of-the-road ditties was so out of fashion she retired from recording altogether. While on a "comeback" tour in the 1970s Connie was tragically raped in her motel room, and latterly became an advocate for victims' rights.

It is however this number that keeps Connie Francis high in the ranks of gay icons - a song that the lady herself apparently refers to as "The Gay National Anthem"...


Where the boys are, someone waits for me
A smilin' face, a warm embrace, two arms to hold me tenderly
Where the boys are, my true love will be
He's walkin' down some street in town and I know he's lookin' there for me

In the crowd of a million people I'll find my valentine
And then I'll climb to the highest steeple and tell the world he's mine

Till he holds me I wait impatiently
Where the boys are, where the boys are
Where the boys are, someone waits for me

Till he holds me I wait impatiently
Where the boys are, where the boys are
Where the boys are, someone waits for me

Connie Francis (born Concetta Rosa Maria Franconero, 12th December 1938 - 16th July 2025)

Connie Francis International Fan Club

Wednesday, 16 July 2025

Tuesday, 15 July 2025

Work? Experience?

The nation’s employers have been deluged with a torrent of teenagers on work experience who do not know how to do the most basic of tasks.

Britain’s shops, offices and leisure centres are inundated by 15- to 17-year-olds who are there to learn about the working world and are doing so by sitting in a corner on their phones.

Jim Bates, manager of a dry ski slope, said: “I understand why we’re doing this in theory. It’s just in practice that it has no function whatsoever.

“I’ve taken on three teens who it appears believed they would get to ski about for free all day, and instead are resentfully handing out the wrong size boots or not grasping the principles of sweeping up. I’m just not sure who this helps?”


Customer Lucy Parry said: “It’s infuriating. These kids, recovering from months of high-pressure exams, should really be much better at carrying out tasks they’ve received minimal training for.

“If I were them I’d be skipping towards a week in a menial position they’re not being paid for. But instead they’re awkwardly loitering around the place and communicating in monosyllabic grunts. That’s a privilege you have to earn.

“The sooner they fuck off to university and I can complain about them being woke and getting pissed all the time, the better.”

The Daily Mash

Of course.

Monday, 14 July 2025

Zut alors!

Soupir. Encore lundi...

Tant pis - aujourd'hui c'est la fête nationale française!

Ok, that's quite enough pretence that I actually speak French - on this Tacky Music Monday, let us instead hand over to the late, great Mlle Annie Cordy to provide the (very odd) wake-up call today, shall we?!

Have a good week, dear reader.

Sunday, 13 July 2025

Acting, luvvy

Sharing the day, as he does, with a typically mismatched handful of names including Kenneth Clark, Harrison Ford, Ian Hislop (65), Chris Serle and - ahem - Tulisa, it is the 85th birthday today of Captain Jean-Luc Picard/Professor Charles Xavier - aka Sir Patrick Stewart!

A stalwart of the West End stage, after sixteen years with the Royal Shakespeare Company [indeed I saw him in Antony and Cleopatra way back in 1978 in Stratford-upon-Avon, opposite Glenda Jackson and Alan Howard in the titular roles] he got the biggest break of his career in 1987, when he was "head-hunted" by producer Robert H. Justman for a new Gene Roddenberry series Star Trek: The Next Generation, and the rest is history.

Despite his [and his best friend Sir Ian "Serena" McKellen's] initial skepticism, he not only became a household name but also made himself a small fortune in the process. Indeed, he wryly commented in an interview that he made more money in a short break between filming scenes for that series than he did in ten weeks in the West End playing the lead "George" in Who's Afraid of Virgina Woolf!

Yet he never seems to have lost his charm, nor his self-deprecating sense of humour:

He's also never been afraid to "play gay", despite being married three times [at his last wedding, to current wife Sunny Ozell, Serena McKellen officiated] - not least in one of my fave films of its genre, including one of my most-quoted scenes:

However, who knew he had sung a whole album of "cowboy classics"?!!

[Or was it all just an elaborate joke with a serious fundraising cause?]

He's brilliant! - and has one of the sexiest speaking voices in the business, to boot.

Many happy returns, Sir Patrick Stewart (born 13th July 1940)!

Saturday, 12 July 2025

Do you remember?

As we swelter in the heat here in London - I started clearing some pots and troughs we had unceremoniously dumped at the end of the garden after the bulbs had finished, but even a sun-lover such as I couldn't cope with it after a couple of hours, so now I'm indoors with a cider - I thought another "mini-timeslip" might be in order.

Let us cast our minds back forty years to this week in 1985...

I was thoroughly enjoying being the "new meat" on the Cardiff gay scene, having only come out (in an explosion of glitter, as Mistress Maddie might say) the previous Autumn - and I had just been to my first-ever Gay Pride in London, where I watched Divine perform for us on a paddle-steamer going down the Thames! - the weather was pleasant (if not sweltering), Live Aid was on the telly, and A View to a Kill was in our cinemas.

And what about our charts? All present and correct in the Top Ten were Eurythmics, Mai Tai, Fine Young Cannibals, Denise LaSalle, Bruce Springsteen, Kool and the Gang, Harold Faltermeyer and (erm) Marti Webb - but at the coveted #1 slot [for the third of its four weeks at the top] was this jolly number, from a girl group that many had written-off with the end of their 70s heyday. Definitely "the song of the summer" that year!

FOUR DECADES?! Where did they go..?

Friday, 11 July 2025

And it goes

Huzzah! Another weekend's upon us - and a hot one is forecast...

As we prepare for another (probably outdoor) party to celebrate, let's get ourselves in the mood with something suitably sunny, shall we..? Thank Disco Italo-House It's Friday!

Have a good weekend, dear reader! Wear a hat.

Thursday, 10 July 2025

Disporting myself like a painted harlot again

'Oh God, does this mean I've got to go back on the game?' asks Geri

Geri Halliwell has looked at her household finances after her husband’s sacking, faced facts and defeatedly put in calls to the other Spice Girls.

Christian Horner’s shock dismissal from Red Bull means the couple will miss mortgage payments and have the electricity cut off unless his wife digs out her old Union Jack mini-dress and goes back to the life she had hoped to leave behind.

She said: “I never wanted it to come to this. I dreamed I could live out the rest of my days as a respectable woman, never again disporting myself like a painted harlot.

“But Chris has been let go from his position as a energy drink salesman and I haven’t got any other saleable skills, so it’s back in the platform boots and back on stage, grinding out a miserable living.

“The other girls are up for it. Not Victoria of course, who’s gone all respectable and pretends she never lip-synched for money, but the Mels need the cash and Emma’s in it for the sheer wanton thrill of exposing herself as usual.

“I’ve been on to our old pimp Simon and he’s booked us a 168-date world tour. There’s still the demand, he says. These new girls can’t satisfy rich older audiences like we do. He’s promised us the Glastonbury legends slot if we shake our asses right.”

She added: “Girl Power. Didn’t really work out that way, did it?”

The Daily Mash

Of course.

[The "real" story.]

Wednesday, 9 July 2025

Let it shine on you

Now you see it...

...and now you don't (much)!

Yes, that horrid American Black Walnut tree over the back from the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers is finally meeting its maker. Good! Just the vile sycamores (in the left of each picture) to go.

Here's an appropriate song - and what a video!

Roll on the sunbathing...

Tuesday, 8 July 2025

Of couture, sort-of-tapestry, leaks, Superwoke and rude vegetables


RIP, Norman Tebbitt - nicknamed "The Chingford Polecat", he was for several years Maggie Thatcher's "right-hand man" and her staunchest ally.

It's another snippets post today, dear reader:

...and we know a song about that, don't we, children?

Oh, she sits among the cabbages and peas
And she talks to all the little bugs and bees.
They climb up her legs and arms
And all round her other charms.
They see lots of things nobody ever sees.

And the weather? It has been very changeable over the past few days, but apparently another "heatwave" is on its way in time for the weekend. Bring it on!

Monday, 7 July 2025

Oh, the glamorous life

We had a simply fantabulosa time - as always - at Saturday's Pride in London!

Despite the fact that proceedings were delayed not long after kick-off for an hour by a shiftless gang of yoofs who threw red paint at a float and glued themselves to it, supposedly in support of Palestine - why us? why Pride? arseholes!! - we spent an enjoyable few hours waving and cheering the huge turn-out of assorted groups as they wended their way (slowly) through Piccadilly en route via Trafalgar Square to Whitehall.

Sports fans, fetishists, dykes-on-bikes, queens, trans, old, young, military, drag queens, charities and corporates - just about everyone was represented, with the exception this year of any political parties. Apparently freedom of speech doesn't extend to anyone that the organisers, in their wisdom, don't agree with, in spite of the fact we live in a democracy...

Hey ho!

We were simply gratified that all those bored - and largely boringly-dressed - people marching all took photos of us! And why wouldn't they?

We were even serenaded by the Gay Men's Chorus:

Needless to say, after five hours we were all ready for a drink - so, rather than try and battle our way into the morass of the West End, we "invaded" an unsuspecting (and normally quiet on a Saturday) pub in Mayfair for the evening, which was just perfect!

But possibly the highlight - or certainly one of the most memorable moments - of the day? Having a "photo-shoot" in the flagship Savile Row boutique of top menswear designer Ozwald Boateng!

An utterly splendid Gay Xmas, indeed!

Suck 'em


Our magnificent Oriental Trumpet Lily "Eastern Moon" dominates the whole garden, and its scent fills the night air!

Back down to earth with a bump!

It's been a splendid weekend - celebrating the absolute zenith of our social calendar, Gay Pride [more on that later, no doubt], followed by a much-needed "day of rest" - but now it's time to get back to the grindstone, and earn our keep...

Never mind, eh? When World Chocolate Day and a Tacky Music Monday collide, this happens! Guaranteed to cheer us all up:

Have a good week, dear reader.