I just watched some of the Brits award show which was as always, a bit of a car crash. The Scissir Sisters did a wild and crazy opening which was fab. My mate was dancing with them but for some reason, only his legs were visible. I think they were trying to be clever. However, to see some band from Scotland absolutely smashed on stage thanking their "Ma n Da" in a typically rough Scottish accent was cringeworthy. Nothing else took my fancy as I saw a clearly but allegedly coked up Joss Stone strut round the stage with bad hair and an even worse dress just talking nonsense and full of self importance. What a wank.
I went to gym class last night for some Body Step which was good, the hottie from a few weeks ago was there and some other queens I know so it was all quite chatty. Afterward, I tried to book into two other classes and the troll on reception took great delight in telling me that they were fully booked - as was the waiting list. This was the second week in a row this happened and the same troll telling me there was no space. I started thinking why on earth I pay money every month only to be told that the classes are booked full. I almost thought of complaining about her shoddy attitude as I walked home because she was being a cunt. Her customer service was a disgrace as she barely looked my way or seemed remotely interested in helping me find a suitable class that wasn't full to the brim. But I thought, why am I letting a bleach blonde single mother with lazyitis put me off? So I put it out of my head and just thought of cheerfully smacking her in the face the next time she said "Class full".
I've gone a bit wild with all the camp and trash I've been picking up recently. I've got a stack of DVD's to get through and then pass on the great titbits to you cunts and am reading through two books although I have another 4 or 5 just waiting to be picked up. Tab Hunter is still going down a treat so to speak and I'm enjoying a few chapters every night. The other is by a London author by the name of Paul Burston. He messaged me on Myspace (is that soooo 2006 or 2007?) to add him as a friend which I did. God knows how he linked me but anyway, curiosity didn't kill the cat this time but I was curious to find out about him so bought one of his books, Shameless. This is a very relatable read - an average gay guy in London gets dumped and goes through a change which sees him getting head long into London night life and all it's debauchery and sleaze. His best female friend Caroline is a coke head who thinks her lover is gay and there's confusion all around. Like any good and decent author ie Augusten Burroughs and Jackie Collins, Paul Burston has a knack for wanting to keep the reader reading just one more chapter. These authors have learned that every chapter has to end with a cliffhanger the size of Who Shot JR? That's part of the appeal for me at least. I highly recommend Shameless even though I haven't finished it yet.
Completely unrelated.... I just love frothy cheery music that gets me wanting to dance like the kids in Fame when they just bounce onto the streets with their legwarmers and jazz boots. I re-discovered one such song. Opera and musical diva Sarah Brightman started out her career in the late seventies with the avant garde group Hot Gossip. Their collaboration lache don to the Star Wars phenomenon and the result is the uber camp and uber uber fantastic "I Lost My Heart To A Starship Trooper" Sarah gets all technical about falling in love with a starfleet commander named Captain Strange. Sarah has high plans for their relationship as she says "Hand in hand we'll conquer space!" In the background there's a supposed Starship Trooper dishing out various phrases of tacky space lingo such as "Starcom, we got a problem on your vector, request status check" Sarah whispers like a wanton slut "Love me, I love you" before belting out some more nonsense dialogue and getting me skipping along the road at every opportunity. It's all just so dramatic and camp, I defy anyone not to even roll their shoulders at their laptop whilst listening to this or squeal with excitement when watching the video.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
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3 comments:
Great post, chick.
The customer service girl sounds like a real rude b*tch. I can't abide rude, unhelpful people but unfortunately they're two-a-penny in London. Anyway good for you for not letting the silly mare get to you.
I read that Paul Burston book a while back and to be honest found it disappointing. Made me think I could write a lot better (he said with a swelled ego). I understand what you mean about the cliffhanger endings that keep you reading though. And if you're enjoying it, all to the good. You might also enjoy "Service Wash" by Paul Burston, which is similar soap-type territory.
And very odd that you should mention Fame, cos I've recently been watching the first series on DVD! It's fab! And very funny. Have a read of my recent post if you wanna know more...
As for Sarah Brightman and Hot Gossip - fabulous group and track!! One of my all time fave camp/trash classics. And you are right in pointing out the tres hilarious lyrics. Personally I think Ms Brightman made a serious mistake teaming up with Andrew Lloyd-Webber and doing all that operatic rubbish...she should have remained a disco diva, it was obviously her true vocation.
And did you know that Arlene Phillips (Stricly Come Dancing judge) used to choreograph Hot Gossip's dance routines?
And if you don't post the video for "Starship Trooper" on your blog soon, I will! Race yer!!
Whoops, my head must have been somewhere else when I wrote that last post. I meant to say that "Service Wash" was written by Rupert Smith, NOT Paul Burston. You can find it on Amazon.co.uk or somewhere like that.
Is my real name Krystle "Airhead" Carrington??
...nothing makes me more upset than ONLY being able to see Jake's legs while he performs!
Slap her! Slap her! Slap her!
Ah, I haven't thought of Hot Gossip in forever. ...as a child of 11 or 12 perhaps. Memories.
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