the kindness of strangers...

...well alright the kindness of fine folk who you've been in some strange through the ether conversation with for oooooh blimey nearly three years or so (don't it just fly)

so (as you have hopefully already glommed over at living for pleasure alone and cocktails and records) sunday night thanks to the big hearted thoughtfulness of spareticketed ol' bltp we got a whole heap of high class storytelling out of the very mouth of the horrifically attired ( think woody as style icon only in america he called it a vest shirt and tie and jumbo cords do they not have mirrors gawd help us terrible ) but desperately loveable david sedaris. his books i always find desperately sad but somehow when he reads them they get all funny. it's the way he tells 'em.

david sedaris - a million bubbles

a whole bunch of david sedaris on national public radio for your listining pleasure

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no how no way

that nice young man over at pretending life is like a song has been most kind and passed on some meme thing but i'm afraid i haven't the faintest idea what one is or what you might do with one apart from that there seems to be some sort of tagging involved which certainly sounds like just the sort of thing i'd disapprove of awfully. it really is lovely to be thought of and all but i'm afraid i've always been a terrible joiner inner so i think i'll be staying in and washing my hair instead.

the peddlers - say no more

i think dusty's with me...



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double decker

'and as he sang he created the loneliest early-morning mood in the world'

frank sinatra - i'll be around

the spinners - i'll be around

and one for the broken hearts turned mean

tony bennett - i wanna be around

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i'm going to say it now

too many too many lost last year it's staggering alton and isaac and norman and levi and bo and eartha and freddie and all so this year we're celebrating the greats still with us shouting it loud and cheering them on whenever we can and being desperately desperately grateful for all the joy they've brung to our hungry souls before it's too late.

ah hell that was january that got wrote and gee but the years flown hasn't it just zoomed with the precious treasure of little anthony and the imperials still all unsung unshouted unroared right here right here where we adore them where we can't quite believe the goddamn rocknroll hall of fame managed to induct the blighters and we never even managed to cobble together some tatty twadle. i'm a disgrace.

so finally... little anthony and the imperials we salute you



all you need to know is in the hall of fame performance this year. majestic.




i desperately want to be playing you i'm on the outside looking in or the definitive goin' out of my head or northern showstopper better use your head but i don't want to spoil the thrill for you and damn these two'll just rip you up mighty fine


little anthony and the imperials - it's not the same (1966)

little anthony and the imperials - world of darkness (1970)



now get a greatest hits if nothing else

mods mayday

how does this sound ?

'award winning Carnaby Christmas decorations take on a psychedelic theme'

'filled with fifteen, six metre high inflatable decorations declaring 60’s festive messages of Love, Joy, Hope and Peace, along with four, six metre high inflatable hot pink reindeers, and surrounded by brightly coloured suspended Christmas trees and sparkling lights'

'a psychedelic Christmas is a fond homage to the 50th birthday of Carnaby as it was the birthplace of the explosion of British fashion design and its vitality still invigorates the design world today'

'colours are reminiscent of the 60’s including pillar box red, bright yellow, orange, acid green, purple and candy pink'

'a FREE open air swinging 60’s disco will take place in Carnaby Street on Tuesday 10 November 6pm - 7pm with a live DJ set from Eddie Piller, founder of Acid Jazz Records'

i know. it's like christmas on acid. for gawd's sake. still at least old piller's playing records so that'll be nice. there's go go girls on podiums too apparently. well there were last week when it was all supposed to be on till nine. we'll be wandering about the place tutting and being despicable elitist snobs then retiring for something warming down the red lion if anyone fancies it.

i don't really do psychedelic as a rule and turn into a strident swinging sixties denier after a a gin or two (even without a gin or two as it goes) but i do do charles stepney bananasness which i'm sure has a kaftan in there somewhere so this'll have to do (man)

rotary connection- i took a ride (caravan)

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