Wishing you a beautiful weekend
Because you're sweet and lovely I love you
Om Shanthi
Who is she?
- Elizabeth Curran
- London, United Kingdom
- I have blonde hair and I wear a lot of black eyeliner. I like to have a good time, all the time.
Friday, 25 January 2008
Wednesday, 23 January 2008
Dita's new underwear range
If you spend as much money on underwear as I do then this story will get you excited:
Dita's new job
Dita Von Teese is designing a new range of bras for Wonderbra.
Let's hope they're not so showgirl (I hate all those sequins and beading on undies) and more like this:
Maybe they'll now consider getting rid of those unsightly elastic triangles that they insist on putting on al of their bras.
Monday, 14 January 2008
Mark Ronson: I'm So Hot For Him
I've just come back from the Brit Awards launch which was a giggle because I saw lots of my pals who are music industry media types and it's always good to catch up. However, despite my friends sparkling company the highlight of my night was seeing Mark Ronson again.
Oh Mark. You are so hot. In the words of Mick Jagger, I'm so hot for you.
Seriously, none more hot than Ronson. Right now in the Dream Boat contest there are only two men for me:
BTW Dream RS cover or what. Johnny Depp AND the Black Crowes in one issue.
And of course:
Check out those lips! Don't you just want to molest him! Rarrrrr!
This picture was taken the first time I met Mark at V2007 in Staffs. I think one of the reasons I am crushing hard on him is because that day he was wearing a Black Crowes T-Shirt and told me he used to be in a Black Crowes tribute band. That kind of information is definitely the way to win my heart.
Tonight he looked amazing, in a black and white tweed suit with a black roll neck jumper. Such a stylish guy. I took some pictures on my crumby mobile. Better than nowt I suppose.
Marky Mark is the one in the greyish looking suit. He's being interviewed by Kelly Osbourne.
It was a funny old night. My friend Leonie was writing a gossip piece about the launch but unfortunately there was very little gossip to be had. I was supposed to do a red carpet interview with Kelly Osbourne, but unfortunately it was pulled because I'm a print journalist, not a radio or TV one. Yet.
Leonie and I just stood around and hoped someone vaguely noteworthy would turn up.
Some THING noteworthy did show up in the form of two of the biggest trollopes you've seen in your life. One of whom had the most hideous pudding bowl dome breasts, a mahogany fake bake and human hair extenstions.
No one had any idea who they were and yet the paparazzi snapped away.
Maybe in the morning we'll find out that one of them did a kiss and tell on Mick Hucknall or something.
As you can see from the snaps we were standing above the red carpet and so got a birds eye view of the rancid fake boobs.
However, the view from above really came into its own when a band of twin girls called Toochi asked paps to pap them and we got a good old look at the girls receding hairlines.
Actually that's unfairly bitchy. These girls seemed so sweet and polite to the photographers. And what's fab about them is that they are natural women. Natural skin tone, breasts and their hair is all theirs. I think there's a lot to be said for that.
As well as the trollopes and Toochi a couple of dweebs were on the red carpet.
This numbskull is apparently Sadie Frost's ex boyfriend (I really thought she had better taste, that Flamenco guitarist she was with for a while is pretty hot):
Dread to think what he does for a living. Dweeb.
Then these dweebs cam along. Again I have no idea who they are, and I don't want to know. I'm pressuming they entered some kind of talent show and lost:
After the show, would you believe it, but the trollopes and Toochi actually made friends.
Wish Mark Ronson wanted to become my friend.
Oh Mark. You are so hot. In the words of Mick Jagger, I'm so hot for you.
Seriously, none more hot than Ronson. Right now in the Dream Boat contest there are only two men for me:
BTW Dream RS cover or what. Johnny Depp AND the Black Crowes in one issue.
And of course:
Check out those lips! Don't you just want to molest him! Rarrrrr!
This picture was taken the first time I met Mark at V2007 in Staffs. I think one of the reasons I am crushing hard on him is because that day he was wearing a Black Crowes T-Shirt and told me he used to be in a Black Crowes tribute band. That kind of information is definitely the way to win my heart.
Tonight he looked amazing, in a black and white tweed suit with a black roll neck jumper. Such a stylish guy. I took some pictures on my crumby mobile. Better than nowt I suppose.
Marky Mark is the one in the greyish looking suit. He's being interviewed by Kelly Osbourne.
It was a funny old night. My friend Leonie was writing a gossip piece about the launch but unfortunately there was very little gossip to be had. I was supposed to do a red carpet interview with Kelly Osbourne, but unfortunately it was pulled because I'm a print journalist, not a radio or TV one. Yet.
Leonie and I just stood around and hoped someone vaguely noteworthy would turn up.
Some THING noteworthy did show up in the form of two of the biggest trollopes you've seen in your life. One of whom had the most hideous pudding bowl dome breasts, a mahogany fake bake and human hair extenstions.
No one had any idea who they were and yet the paparazzi snapped away.
Maybe in the morning we'll find out that one of them did a kiss and tell on Mick Hucknall or something.
As you can see from the snaps we were standing above the red carpet and so got a birds eye view of the rancid fake boobs.
However, the view from above really came into its own when a band of twin girls called Toochi asked paps to pap them and we got a good old look at the girls receding hairlines.
Actually that's unfairly bitchy. These girls seemed so sweet and polite to the photographers. And what's fab about them is that they are natural women. Natural skin tone, breasts and their hair is all theirs. I think there's a lot to be said for that.
As well as the trollopes and Toochi a couple of dweebs were on the red carpet.
This numbskull is apparently Sadie Frost's ex boyfriend (I really thought she had better taste, that Flamenco guitarist she was with for a while is pretty hot):
Dread to think what he does for a living. Dweeb.
Then these dweebs cam along. Again I have no idea who they are, and I don't want to know. I'm pressuming they entered some kind of talent show and lost:
After the show, would you believe it, but the trollopes and Toochi actually made friends.
Wish Mark Ronson wanted to become my friend.
Friday, 11 January 2008
Blonde Friday
Getting sucked into the youtube trap happens so easily when you're being enchanted by Debbie Harry.
Debbie Harry doesn't actually dance that well, does she? She kinda bops around in a bit of a dorky way. But she still manages to look sexy, cool and hard.
I just love her make up, I really want to emulate that two tone style.
I think my favourite Blondie song is Call Me, because it was produced by Giorgio Moroder, one of my heroes. Punk disco.
This is Debbie singing it by herself at some awards ceremony.
The way she starts the song off by painting her nails is so cute and 1940's, but she does seem bereft without her band.
From this performance you can see how much Madonna ripped her off. I don't think any other female performer has rocked out so much in diamonds and formal wear.
If you're not sick of that song yet check out the amazing outfits in this version:
Electric blue leotard! Romping on a circular bed! Wow wow wow!
Debbie Harry is a very lucky girl. What a life. The coolest, most beautiful girl in school. Elegant hippy in a commune. Bunny girl. Singer. Punk star. Pop star. Clothes horse. Actress (how hot is Videodrome).
And she got to go out with Chris Stein.
I'm so hot for him.
Wednesday, 9 January 2008
Being Single: There are downsides
I really enjoy being single most of the time. I mean, I'm free to do whatever I want any old time.
I don't have to answer to anyone. I only hang out with people I want to hang out with, not a partner's downer friends.
I turn up to parties and leave whenever I want. Any choices or decisions I need to make, I just make them, I don't have to consult anyone else to check that my choices suit them.
I only have to worry about my own well being, ego and self confidence. I don't have to think about anyone else's welfare, career, financial situation, diet, or drinking habits.
It is so lovely.
As someone who spent most of her adult life doing all of the former I have to say that not being attached feels good.
However, I have had some pretty black moments when, my god, all I've wanted was a boyfriend to protect me from the following evils.
1. Parking my car
I know this sounds so lame, but I really do HATE parallel parking. I love driving. I have a good time all the time while driving. But when I have to park up in a tight space I just always end up wailing "WHY DON'T I HAVE A BOYFRIEND TO FRIGGING PARK MY GODDAMN CAR?!!!!"
Of course, my last long term boyfriend couldn't even drive, but I have so little confidence in my ability to park that I used to actually follow his instructions. Once I nearly crashed my car.
2. Encounters with Swingers
Since I became single you will not believe the amount of times couples have approached me to have a session with them.
COME ON! When I think about swingers what comes into my mind is not some erotic, lustfilled, raunchy encounter. I think about those Louis Theroux documentaries about seriously over-weight, fat, middle-aged types who wander around the bungalows where the orgies are taking place, help themselves to cold meat buffets, and then queue up to do it with a Thai bride.
Really grosses me out. Yet, because I'm single couples think it's acceptable to say "I would love to see your tits. You are so hot." And that's just the women, in front of their husbands/ partners.
I know that if I had a boyfriend they wouldn't dare ask me to get involved.
It's very funny, and I'm thankful to them all for giving me something to blog about, but gee, does it make me feel vulnerable!
3. Getting myself home after a night out
This really applies when you're newly single, just got over your break up and realise how much fun life can be.
So you party. Hard. Really crazy partying, just cos it's 4am doesn't mean you should stop, right?!
All the people who are your true friends and care about you have left to catch up on their beauty sleep, and so you're left with the drunks, druggies and slime balls. People who will try and take advantage of you.
When you have a moment of clarity and try to get yourself home it's a nightmare.
I remember tears filling my eyes because I was so drunk I couldn't phone for a cab to get me safely home.
The scariest situation though, was when I was at a warehouse party in the middle of nowhere and drunkenly tried to walk to civilisation to get a black cab and this random man screamed at me and grabbed my arm.
Thank god I managed to shake him, and off hot-footed it back to the party where a knight in shining armour called a cab to take me home.
That's got to be one of the scariest situations of my life, and I haven't been that drunk since.
It's hard though, because of course having a good time all the time is my raison d'etre. But I want to be safe as well.
4. Friends trying to set you up with weirdos.
I have to be honest. I find the whole set up thing INCREDIBLY embarrassing anyway. It makes me feel self conscious, like I'm being judged by the setter-uppers, as well as the potential date.
The only time I actually dated someone who was a set up I was mortified because after a month he confessed he had a girlfriend. Who he was living with! The setter-upper was very upset, she'd known this guy for years and he never told her he was in a serious relationship.
Set ups are usually sold to me like this:
"You know that Bruno is single Elizabeth! He thinks you're hot, you know. You should so hook up with him, he is HOT! I mean he's having some problems at the moment with his sex addiction/ just getting over his ex/ bad breath/ mother issues/ anger management, but he's such a great guy!"
The worst time was this girl telling me "We tried to sleep together a few times but he has an erectile dysfunction. But I'm sure he won't have that problem with you."
Errrrr........
It's enough to make a woman join a convent. Now, there are some empowered women who don't need men to protect them, cos they've got god. Oh bugger, god's not a man, is he?
I don't have to answer to anyone. I only hang out with people I want to hang out with, not a partner's downer friends.
I turn up to parties and leave whenever I want. Any choices or decisions I need to make, I just make them, I don't have to consult anyone else to check that my choices suit them.
I only have to worry about my own well being, ego and self confidence. I don't have to think about anyone else's welfare, career, financial situation, diet, or drinking habits.
It is so lovely.
As someone who spent most of her adult life doing all of the former I have to say that not being attached feels good.
However, I have had some pretty black moments when, my god, all I've wanted was a boyfriend to protect me from the following evils.
1. Parking my car
I know this sounds so lame, but I really do HATE parallel parking. I love driving. I have a good time all the time while driving. But when I have to park up in a tight space I just always end up wailing "WHY DON'T I HAVE A BOYFRIEND TO FRIGGING PARK MY GODDAMN CAR?!!!!"
Of course, my last long term boyfriend couldn't even drive, but I have so little confidence in my ability to park that I used to actually follow his instructions. Once I nearly crashed my car.
2. Encounters with Swingers
Since I became single you will not believe the amount of times couples have approached me to have a session with them.
COME ON! When I think about swingers what comes into my mind is not some erotic, lustfilled, raunchy encounter. I think about those Louis Theroux documentaries about seriously over-weight, fat, middle-aged types who wander around the bungalows where the orgies are taking place, help themselves to cold meat buffets, and then queue up to do it with a Thai bride.
Really grosses me out. Yet, because I'm single couples think it's acceptable to say "I would love to see your tits. You are so hot." And that's just the women, in front of their husbands/ partners.
I know that if I had a boyfriend they wouldn't dare ask me to get involved.
It's very funny, and I'm thankful to them all for giving me something to blog about, but gee, does it make me feel vulnerable!
3. Getting myself home after a night out
This really applies when you're newly single, just got over your break up and realise how much fun life can be.
So you party. Hard. Really crazy partying, just cos it's 4am doesn't mean you should stop, right?!
All the people who are your true friends and care about you have left to catch up on their beauty sleep, and so you're left with the drunks, druggies and slime balls. People who will try and take advantage of you.
When you have a moment of clarity and try to get yourself home it's a nightmare.
I remember tears filling my eyes because I was so drunk I couldn't phone for a cab to get me safely home.
The scariest situation though, was when I was at a warehouse party in the middle of nowhere and drunkenly tried to walk to civilisation to get a black cab and this random man screamed at me and grabbed my arm.
Thank god I managed to shake him, and off hot-footed it back to the party where a knight in shining armour called a cab to take me home.
That's got to be one of the scariest situations of my life, and I haven't been that drunk since.
It's hard though, because of course having a good time all the time is my raison d'etre. But I want to be safe as well.
4. Friends trying to set you up with weirdos.
I have to be honest. I find the whole set up thing INCREDIBLY embarrassing anyway. It makes me feel self conscious, like I'm being judged by the setter-uppers, as well as the potential date.
The only time I actually dated someone who was a set up I was mortified because after a month he confessed he had a girlfriend. Who he was living with! The setter-upper was very upset, she'd known this guy for years and he never told her he was in a serious relationship.
Set ups are usually sold to me like this:
"You know that Bruno is single Elizabeth! He thinks you're hot, you know. You should so hook up with him, he is HOT! I mean he's having some problems at the moment with his sex addiction/ just getting over his ex/ bad breath/ mother issues/ anger management, but he's such a great guy!"
The worst time was this girl telling me "We tried to sleep together a few times but he has an erectile dysfunction. But I'm sure he won't have that problem with you."
Errrrr........
It's enough to make a woman join a convent. Now, there are some empowered women who don't need men to protect them, cos they've got god. Oh bugger, god's not a man, is he?
Eating My Words: All Australians are not morons!
They're so not, at all!
Poor Australians, I do feel sorry for them. What a terrible reputation they have for being beer swilling, sexist, wrinkly, undiginified former convicts.
A friend made me almost die laughing when she told me a bout a handsome, rich and eligible man she met and I asked her if something might happen between them. Her retort is priceless:
"One word. Australian."
I don't blame her. Some Aussie dialects are a bit grating. And then there are those people who constantly pepper their sentances with "bloody".
Another girlfriend of mine was flying to Australia on Quantas and witnessed some serious air rage between Aussie Chav girls.
One of the Chavs accidently brushed past the other one in the queue for the loo and when she got back to her seat the other girl ran down the aisle and screamed that she was a "Bloody Bitch!", grabbed her by the pony tail and a glorious punch up ensued.
But no, not all Australians are like that and they suffer a terrible reputation all over the world.
I guess like the English did back in the late 80's and 90's when there were loads of hideous football hooligans. I remember being on holiday in Turkey aged 14 and this Dutch family kept going on to me about how uncivilised hooligans are (surely not) and giving me a slightly suspiscous look. Lordy, I was a demure skinny blonde convent girl back then and the most rebellious thing I'd ever do would be to hand my homework late,and then there would be tears in my eyes because it would mean for that week I wasn't top of the class.
But I digress!
Aussie Choon or What!
And the Bee Gees lived in Australia for a while.
God bless Australia!
Poor Australians, I do feel sorry for them. What a terrible reputation they have for being beer swilling, sexist, wrinkly, undiginified former convicts.
A friend made me almost die laughing when she told me a bout a handsome, rich and eligible man she met and I asked her if something might happen between them. Her retort is priceless:
"One word. Australian."
I don't blame her. Some Aussie dialects are a bit grating. And then there are those people who constantly pepper their sentances with "bloody".
Another girlfriend of mine was flying to Australia on Quantas and witnessed some serious air rage between Aussie Chav girls.
One of the Chavs accidently brushed past the other one in the queue for the loo and when she got back to her seat the other girl ran down the aisle and screamed that she was a "Bloody Bitch!", grabbed her by the pony tail and a glorious punch up ensued.
But no, not all Australians are like that and they suffer a terrible reputation all over the world.
I guess like the English did back in the late 80's and 90's when there were loads of hideous football hooligans. I remember being on holiday in Turkey aged 14 and this Dutch family kept going on to me about how uncivilised hooligans are (surely not) and giving me a slightly suspiscous look. Lordy, I was a demure skinny blonde convent girl back then and the most rebellious thing I'd ever do would be to hand my homework late,and then there would be tears in my eyes because it would mean for that week I wasn't top of the class.
But I digress!
Aussie Choon or What!
And the Bee Gees lived in Australia for a while.
God bless Australia!
Humble Pie: The Second Greatest Rock Band of All Time
Woahhhhhhhh!
Let's rock out!
Hot or wot.
I was in the audience when this was filmed, at the Steve Marriott tribute concert back in April 2001.
Embarrassingly, I didn't appreciate the significance (or talent) of the Humble Pie reunion back then because I was a Mod. I was wearing a lime green and black Princess cut dress and couldn't wait for Weller and Noel Gallagher to sing Get Yourself Together.
I spent £50 buying my ticket from a tout (the most I'd ever spent on a gig ticket at that point, my maximum even on a Stones ticket was £40) and obviously most of the experience was wasted on me.
The gig was a bit of a watershed though. My friends and I shoved our way to the second row and lots of hardcore Mods gave us snooty looks and this serious Mod Girl started loudly bitching about us to her boyfriend because we were rocking out too much. Obviously if our Modness was sincere we would have demurely Square Danced.
Here's a little video from my Mod days.
See if you can recognise me:
Let's rock out!
Hot or wot.
I was in the audience when this was filmed, at the Steve Marriott tribute concert back in April 2001.
Embarrassingly, I didn't appreciate the significance (or talent) of the Humble Pie reunion back then because I was a Mod. I was wearing a lime green and black Princess cut dress and couldn't wait for Weller and Noel Gallagher to sing Get Yourself Together.
I spent £50 buying my ticket from a tout (the most I'd ever spent on a gig ticket at that point, my maximum even on a Stones ticket was £40) and obviously most of the experience was wasted on me.
The gig was a bit of a watershed though. My friends and I shoved our way to the second row and lots of hardcore Mods gave us snooty looks and this serious Mod Girl started loudly bitching about us to her boyfriend because we were rocking out too much. Obviously if our Modness was sincere we would have demurely Square Danced.
Here's a little video from my Mod days.
See if you can recognise me:
Monday, 7 January 2008
Saying Hi: Worst Case Scenario
Over the Ho Ho Ho period I really got into the festive spirit and built some bridges with people who I'd stopped talking to and who had stopped talking to me. Namely my ex-boyfriend's best friends. It felt very cosy and karmically beautiful to shake hands, hug and wish the old dogs well.
I even said to one of them "Tell *ex-boyfriend* I said hi."
I wanted to say hi because I've let bygones be bygones, and it felt even more cosy than shaking the buddies hands.
But do you know what reaction I got from Buddy #1:
"Fuck *ex-boyfriend*."
I don't want to fuck him, but thanks for the offer Buddy #1.
Does Buddy #1 think that I shouldn't have said hi to *ex-boyfriend*? Maybe he thinks I should've just offered my regards like Debby in the Scofflaw episode of Seinfeld.
(Sorry folks, I tried to youtube it but I can't find it. Please comment if you stumble across it.)
If only saying hi universally just meant saying hi:
DEBBY: So, what made you just call me out of the blue like that?
GEORGE: Oh, well, uh. Gary told me you said hi.
DEBBY: I didn't say hi.
GEORGE: You didn't?
DEBBY: Uh, no. I told him to send you my regards. I didn't say hi.
GEORGE: Regards?
DEBBY: Yeah, regards.
GEORGE: So, you didn't think this was a date?
DEBBY: N... no, not really. Why, is it... a date?
GEORGE: I thought it was a date.
DEBBY: No. It's not a date.
GEORGE: What about the regards?
DEBBY: Regards don't mean anything. I mean, it's not like I said hi.
Next time I'm sending my regards.
Anyway, while we're on the subject is it inappropriate to comment on a facebook picture "I'm so hot for him" when you are so hot for him but he doesn't know it yet?
Maybe it's the modern way of letting someone know you're hot for them?
Shame I'm so retro.
I even said to one of them "Tell *ex-boyfriend* I said hi."
I wanted to say hi because I've let bygones be bygones, and it felt even more cosy than shaking the buddies hands.
But do you know what reaction I got from Buddy #1:
"Fuck *ex-boyfriend*."
I don't want to fuck him, but thanks for the offer Buddy #1.
Does Buddy #1 think that I shouldn't have said hi to *ex-boyfriend*? Maybe he thinks I should've just offered my regards like Debby in the Scofflaw episode of Seinfeld.
(Sorry folks, I tried to youtube it but I can't find it. Please comment if you stumble across it.)
If only saying hi universally just meant saying hi:
DEBBY: So, what made you just call me out of the blue like that?
GEORGE: Oh, well, uh. Gary told me you said hi.
DEBBY: I didn't say hi.
GEORGE: You didn't?
DEBBY: Uh, no. I told him to send you my regards. I didn't say hi.
GEORGE: Regards?
DEBBY: Yeah, regards.
GEORGE: So, you didn't think this was a date?
DEBBY: N... no, not really. Why, is it... a date?
GEORGE: I thought it was a date.
DEBBY: No. It's not a date.
GEORGE: What about the regards?
DEBBY: Regards don't mean anything. I mean, it's not like I said hi.
Next time I'm sending my regards.
Anyway, while we're on the subject is it inappropriate to comment on a facebook picture "I'm so hot for him" when you are so hot for him but he doesn't know it yet?
Maybe it's the modern way of letting someone know you're hot for them?
Shame I'm so retro.
Tuesday, 1 January 2008
EC loves EC
H-h-h-happy new year!
Much more on that subject later, in the meantime.....
After dropping my friend Lorna off at her house today I decided to have a really indulgent ride home and put on the artist also know as God, Eric Clapton. I intended to drive down the A12 rocking out to Layla, but the song that got my heart fluttering was this one:
Apologies for the lameness of the video, you don't have to watch it. Just listen, it's the original 461 Ocean Boulevard studio recording.
Such a gorgeous song, the other EC (ie, not moi) co-wrote it with Bonnie Bramlett (you know, Delaney's wife). It was before he got together with Pattie. That's probably why it's so good. The torture of not getting what he wanted was the main creative spur for Eric. And for all musicians, as an ex-beau used to enjoy telling me.
Talking of Pattie Boyd, the man she left for Clapton, my guru, George Harrison is featuring heavily on youtube today, with his new year song Ding Dong Ding Dong.
What a bloody great name for a tune! Ding Dong! I started using that phrase a couple of years ago in a kinda Leslie Phillips way, as in "Ding Dong! You're in!". I think it's a tres positive phrase, like "yeahyeahyeah", "amazingtron" or "fantastic".
So ding dong to you, here's the video
I love it! Ring out the old, ring on the new! Ding Dong!
And I love what a Ledge George is for donning one of his old Beatles suits (ringing out the old) and then ringing in the nude naked. And he's such a hunk, despite all that excessive facial and head hair.
When you're watching it please note George taking down a skull and cross bones flag and raising an Om one above Friar Park.
The Om flag is the very one that Pattie Boyd took down and replaced with the pirate flag right after she walked into her bedroom and saw George having sex with Maureen Starkey, Ringo's wife.
The moral of all of the above stories is that marrying musicians is the route to misery. That's why one of my resolutions for the year is to give them the wide berth.
Oh dear. I know myself. I can't imagine keeping that resolution until this time next week let alone for the whole year, but the thought is there aye.
And it's the first day of 2008! I am happy to pretend that I'm going to keep all of my resolutions!
EC
Much more on that subject later, in the meantime.....
After dropping my friend Lorna off at her house today I decided to have a really indulgent ride home and put on the artist also know as God, Eric Clapton. I intended to drive down the A12 rocking out to Layla, but the song that got my heart fluttering was this one:
Apologies for the lameness of the video, you don't have to watch it. Just listen, it's the original 461 Ocean Boulevard studio recording.
Such a gorgeous song, the other EC (ie, not moi) co-wrote it with Bonnie Bramlett (you know, Delaney's wife). It was before he got together with Pattie. That's probably why it's so good. The torture of not getting what he wanted was the main creative spur for Eric. And for all musicians, as an ex-beau used to enjoy telling me.
Talking of Pattie Boyd, the man she left for Clapton, my guru, George Harrison is featuring heavily on youtube today, with his new year song Ding Dong Ding Dong.
What a bloody great name for a tune! Ding Dong! I started using that phrase a couple of years ago in a kinda Leslie Phillips way, as in "Ding Dong! You're in!". I think it's a tres positive phrase, like "yeahyeahyeah", "amazingtron" or "fantastic".
So ding dong to you, here's the video
I love it! Ring out the old, ring on the new! Ding Dong!
And I love what a Ledge George is for donning one of his old Beatles suits (ringing out the old) and then ringing in the nude naked. And he's such a hunk, despite all that excessive facial and head hair.
When you're watching it please note George taking down a skull and cross bones flag and raising an Om one above Friar Park.
The Om flag is the very one that Pattie Boyd took down and replaced with the pirate flag right after she walked into her bedroom and saw George having sex with Maureen Starkey, Ringo's wife.
The moral of all of the above stories is that marrying musicians is the route to misery. That's why one of my resolutions for the year is to give them the wide berth.
Oh dear. I know myself. I can't imagine keeping that resolution until this time next week let alone for the whole year, but the thought is there aye.
And it's the first day of 2008! I am happy to pretend that I'm going to keep all of my resolutions!
EC
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