Here's KR when he just came out of hospital with at least two hats on:
Don't know about you, but I think Amy Winehouse is the new Keith Richards. They even have the same polite, respectful, charming personality that has a sharp edge that few people get to see.
I love the NME Awards. It's a room full of all my friends and the youngest, coolest rock stars in the world. I steal free drink from different bands tables, get to a chance to flirt with every NME cover star, and party until 10 or 11am the next day.
Okay, maybe I take the need to rock and roll a bit too far. Yikes:
I'm the backcombed once dancing like an epileptic at a strobe show
Now I may look like a fool. I may look a bit over excited. I may look like I shouldn't drink so much Monkey Shoulder. But let me tell you, I was having a good time, ALL the time:
And yes that is Julian from the Mighty Boosh/ Patrick Wolf/ Sarah Harding/ Jamie Klaxons/ Noel Fielding etc
Here's hoping this year is just as wild and debauched. I will most definitely be looking for trouble.
I've just come back from a screening of the Stones' film, Shine A Light. I've seen the Stones 15 times in 5 different countries and watching this film on the big screen is as much fun as watching a Stones gig.
In fact, it could almost be better because so much of it was filmed from the stage so you feel like another member of the band.
I've always felt the most exciting thing I could do is go to a Rolling Stones concert, and while I'm there I'm convinced there isn't a single person in the room who could possibly be having more fun than me. Watching this film makes me realise that the Stones on stage seem to be having even more fun. I'm going to have to join the band now, aren't I!
Here's Martin Scorcese talking about the film:
The Stones just look exquisite in the film. They are living breathing works of art. I'm a monogamous person, not just in my music tastes, and I'm fascinated by the idea of loving someone for decades, and their looks changing, along with yours.
Looking at the footage of Keith when he was a young guy, so beautiful, so handsome, a perfect face and body, and seeing him as he is now, really warmed my heart. When we are young we're beautiful because of genetic chance and youthfulness itself. If you can still be beautiful as you get older it's because you're beauty is on the inside, and you can emit that. I think Keith has a much sexier style now than he did 20 years ago.
He wears more jewellery, head pieces, scarves etc. But they're like trophies that he's picked up on his adventures. Like Heracles and his lion skin!
It really bores me when people go on about the Stones' ages. I was working at the Sun a few weeks ago and someone asked me to work out their collective ages along with Martin Scorsese's for a news story.
It's just typical, but totally brain dead. There are two options in life, die or get older. If you live you're a survivor, you are a victor but it also means your age goes up one. Why is that something to be ashamed of? Why is there a stigma attached to aging? I'd rather get older than the alternative.
After everything the Stones have been through they are still here. And still the greatest rock and roll band in the world. I guess they'll be having the last laugh.
Here's a performance of the film's title track, which perversely doesn't feature in the movie:
Best advice of all time: Make every song you sing your favourite tune
PS Is Charlie Watts the most elegant man of all time?
Woke up this morning feeling terrible - hot, sticky and phlegmy. Yuck. And it's just two days before the social highlight of my year, the NME Awards. I didn't have any drugs in the house so I put on a duffle coat over my pyjamas and a hat that I knitted myself and looking like a Garden Gnome walked to the corner shop to buy some parcetomol. I then bumped into three different people I knew. They all commented on my pastel tartan PJs.
I don't know if I'll ever live it down.
Here's something to make myself feel better:
I feel ropey and look like a gnome but I'm a true fan so off to see this film now:
Amy's genius and downfall is that she is completely motivated by her heart. I hate to say this but the more unhappy, or the more emotional turmoil she seems to be suffering from, the better her songwriting and the better her performance.
Her shit is together right now, because Blake (Pentonville Prisoner 7614)is locked up, so last night she gave us all this, and grabbed her skirt like a 6 year old girl:
And then there was her bit with the man that throbs my heart:
I just love Amy's outfit so much. And I bet Rod does too. I mean, tartan AND leopard. Rarrrr! She looks so hot. There's the inspiration for my NME Awards outfit. 7 Days to go! BTW Amy's wearing a full on wig in this one.
Here's Hot Stuff getting his award from the Ditto.
So hot, my insides are just melting. Nice he thanked the amazingtron Dap Kings too.
And he's single again! Aii! After his 3 year relationship with a brunette me thinks it's time he hooked up with a blonde!
When I was a little girl of 14 years old I dreamt of going to the Brits.
I have a famous second cousin, Miss Patsy Kensit, who because of divorce and family politics I haven't seen since I was four.
But when I was a kid growing up I followed her career and hoped my life would one day be as glamorous as making movies with David Bowie and Robert Redford, dating Britpop Legends like Liam Gallagher and wearing Tom Ford for Gucci dresses.
Well, although we both get our hair highlighted with the same foil technique, the offers for parts in Holby City and Emmerdale have yet to start rolling in.
But I always think about Patsy when the Brits come up because when I was teenager she and Liam were the most glamorous couple in London. She used to swan around in Dolce and Gabbana leopard print (you bet there's Essex blood in the girl), and make out with the ultimate shaggy haired lout.
While she was being photographed at the Brits drinking Champagne and snorting coke off the table, I was swanning around Romford with some shaggy haired lout from Epping (with a faux Manchester accent I might add) downing whiskey shots and wearing faux D&G from Warehouse.
I always dreamt I would actually upgrade and be going to the Brits myself, in a genuine designer dress, with a genuine rock star, with a genuine northern accent.
You can't always get what you want, but now I am a fully fledged music journo I do get to go to the Brits, wearing a Top Shop boutique dress and drinking red wine. I've no northern accented date but I'm a free agent to find a rock star with any accent of my choice.
I'm all grown up!
Last night I did the Brits and it was fun getting drunk and schmoozing my way onto the tables. I ended up dancing on a chair next to former Culture Secretary, Chris Smith.
We were bopping to Macca singing "Get Back" and I drunkenly slurred "Who's your favourite Beatle?" (my favourite thing to ask people when drunk) and he said "Well he is definitely one of my favourites". For gawd's sake! The man is a true statesman to the last.
I think if you can't even decide on who your favourite Beatle is you can't decide anything. Worse still if you don't have the convictions to openly admit who your favourite is. That's all I'm saying.
Anyway, I then ate a bit of cheese and went to the Official After Party, which like all Official things was awful and full of people who work in sales. However, I did manage to steal a red hula hoop in which had the same shade of red as my coat.
I then made my way to the Hempel Hotel where Universal was having a party for the winners.
It took me and the hoop ages to get there and when I did I just could not sweet talk my way in (I wasn't on the list you see), no matter how many people tried to help me. I appreciated their efforts though.
Feeling quite existential (there's nothing like being denied entrance to a party to take you down that road) I made my way home.
Carrying round a hula hoop is one of the best conversation starters I've ever used and thanks to the hoop I'm just about to go on a date with a guy from the Number 73 bus who started talking to me about it.
After him I then met a merry bunch on the 214 and filmed them hula hooping. This is Laura:
And this is the champ Hula Hooper whose name escapes me, but he is from Barking which is the sign of a great person:
I had a good ole go at hooping this morning and here are my tips: If possible wear a catsuit Breasts get in the way Spread your legs apart Find whether you're better "going left" or "going right" (I go left)
I have to say though, I’m no expert. Check out my amateur attempts below. At least I do it with a smile!
It's so cute seeing a man in pyjamas. You look at him and know that he's warm and comfortable, and that's attractive. You also know that he's not some slob that just sleeps in what he was wearing that day, for example, some underpants from Peacocks or Primark (woefully, I've witnessed a few of those) with a ripped up t-shirt.
A man who wears pyjamas to bed is not only channeling Cary Grant, he's proving that he likes to take care of himself. You bet he bathes once a day and his breath is great. I think it's also a sign that a man's kitchen is clean. And that his kitchen is not full of leftover take-aways but maybe an order or two from Abel and Cole.
A man who wears a beautiful pair of pyjamas to bed is not the kind of man who would want to sleep on the floor. He wants to sleep on a well sprung mattress and under a downy duvet. With bedclothes of cotton. A man in pyjamas appreciates a good nights sleep.
So hot and so classy. A man in pyjamas is an enigma.
I bet you ANY money that Mark Ronson wears beautiful pyjamas to bed.
So does John Cleese And I reckon Johnny Depp owns quite a few pairs.
Serge Gainsbourg wore them
And I bet all these guys do
Brendan Benson
Jack White
Mick Jagger
Charlie Watts (he must have hundreds of pairs in different colours)
George Harrison
David Bowie
I cannot get out of bed in the morning. I'm an absolute nightmare. I hate waking up. I do everything I can to go back to sleep. If someone tries to wake me up and I've known them more than three weeks I get nasty.
I would love to be one of those people who just jumps out of bed with a smile when the alarm kicks off but I literally need dynamite to get me out of bed. I just love being asleep, being in bed, and not being vertical.
I have ALWAYS been like this. You know how little kids are supposed to jump out of bed at 6am and start banging around the house. Not me. I was catching up on my beauty sleep. Even on Christmas Day I had to be woken up, and got grumpy if it was before 10. And those were the days when I got good presents, like Barbie Caravans and A La Carte Kitchens.
I think it has somthing to do with being enduced (I was 10 days late - even at birth I was late, but that's another blog), it set off a life cycle for me to be forced from my bedroom.
Anyway, I am excited because for the last two weeks I have been getting out of bed with almost no problem.
This is because this is the tune that wakes me up in the morning:
It just makes me feel so positive.
These are the thoughts that go through my mind when I wake up in the morning:
*crash sound* Oh no, I have to get up
"All the world is waiting for you" You know what, all the world is waiting for me! I must go out there and get it! And of course the world is waiting for me, I am ALWAYS late!
"And the powers you possess" I do possess incredible powers! I've got to get out there! The world needs my powers!
"Now the world is ready for you, and the wonders you can do" Oh Boy! The world is ready for me and my powers! I'm going to get out there and show the world! I surely will!
Literally, every morning this is now my thought process. What an amazingtronic feminist anthem! Do you think I'm brainwashing myself to becoming Wonder Woman? I hope so. My god, she looks hot in a playsuit.
There are very few women that fall into this category.
One in a zillion legends who wear the heart on their sleeves and live life with conviction and impetuousness and put it into their creativity:
Billie Holiday, Janis Joplin, Marilyn Monroe and then there's
But Amy is a survivor.
All my life I have been jealous because I wasn't born in another era, I wish I was a 60s girl so I could be around while the Stones were at their peak, see Janis perform, wait for amazing music to be released everyday.
To paraphrase Julie Christie in Tonite Let's Make Love in London, I basically wanted to have it happen TO me, instead of ME happening to it.
I always cursed that I wasn't around at the same time as a musical legend is at their height.
Well, my moment had come and it's Amy. I love her. And look at her pull it out of the bag even though she's post rehab.
My fabulous friend Jo has just moved to Los Angeles. Lucky girl, and not just for that. When she left London she was staying in such a glamorous appartment (too glamorous to call it a flat) that it even had a bath tub in the bedroom.
For me that's just about the ultimate in luxury. It takes me back to my childhood:
In the early nineties, opera was all the rage.
This is my favourite eighties Flake ad:
She's a wild Moll Flanders type gypsy girl. She really does look like she's running off to have some fun.
The other ads that completely captured my imagination were the ones for Fry's Turkish Delight:
I love the styling! Oh my god! I'm dying to get one of those coin headress things. Just love the thick eyebrows and the metallic smokey eyemake-up, so gorgeous and feminine.
And the guy! "Full of eastern promise". Arabian Nights and Lawrence of Arabia are seriously underrated these days. But that whole Rudolph Valentino thing is so sexy. George Bush has been attaching a bit of a stigma to the Middle East.
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