Monday, 29 June 2026

Well, thank you very much, Jerry!

"She delivered every line as if it were a jewelled crown on a velvet cushion. An utter genius." author Lissa Evans

A "national treasure" is a term often bandied-about - and often the epithet fits. None more so than in the case of the utterly delightful Dame Penelope Keith, who has sadly departed for Fabulon, aged 86, to sort out the hoi-polloi, teach them proper manners, and how to speak the Queen's English correctly, no doubt.

Her peerless encapsulation of the aspirational middle-classes, eccentrics and of genuine aristocrats, and in doing so make them funny and sympathetic at the same time, was the sign of a truly great actress (and belied her relatively low-status upbringing in Clapham, South London). Her "Audrey fforbes-Hamilton" in To The Manor Born and her "will-they-won't they" tentative romance with the upstart businessman to whom she has sold her family's country house, engaged the nation so much that the show garnered the highest audience for any non-live event on British TV in the 70s. She proved herself a game girl by her appearances on The Morecambe & Wise Show. She was a "trusted voice" for documentaries, and as a reader on Jackanory, but it was for one role alone with which she became forever associated...

...the indomitable Margo Leadbetter in The Good Life!

The Good Life - The "Ooh-Ah" Bird:

RIP, Dame Penelope Anne Constance Keith (née Hatfield, 2nd April 1940 – 29th June 2026)

Friday, 26 June 2026

"Get out of this house before I kill you!"

And so, farewell then Miss Ann Blyth, who has pouted her way off to Fabulon, at the ripe old age of 98. [To be honest, I didn't even realise she was still alive...]

Despite making dozens of films, starring alongside the likes of Robert Montgomery, Burt Lancaster, Claudette Colbert, Tyrone Power, Gregory Peck, and Mario Lanza (in The Great Caruso...

...there really was only one role for which she gained screen immortality, as the scheming-bitch-daughter-from-hell "Veda" in one of the campest films of the 1940s - Mildred Pierce!

Delicious!

RIP, Ann Blyth (born Anne Marie Blythe, 16th August 1927 – 24th June 2026)

FOOTNOTE: Anyone else reckon she's the spitting image of our very own not-yet-a-Dame Sophie Ellis-Bextor in that second photo? Spooky.

Sunday, 21 June 2026

Cut the heat

From The Garden by H.D. [aka bisexual avant-garde modernist poet Hilda Doolittle]:

O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.

Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air -
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.

Cut the heat -
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.

Heatwave or no heatwave, it's the Mid-summer Solstice, the longest day, Festa Junina, Sommersonnenwende, Uttarayana, Saint John's Eve, Majstång, Litha...

...whatever you call it, the nights start drawing in from here on, folks!

Friday, 19 June 2026

Yesterday was...







... a "Say Something Hat" Day at Royal Ascot!

Friday, 12 June 2026

The colour has faded...

Such sad news today of the death of David Hockney, whose vivid paintings of Californian swimming pools and lush countryside always left the viewer feeling the warmth of the sun, who has departed - fag in hand - to tart-up the drearier areas of Fabulon...

There's little I can add to the acres of coverage today about his talent, his wit, his pioneering gay provocativeness, his legacy, that isn't already out there, but suffice to say the world will be a less interesting place without him.

"I prefer living in colour." - David Hockney


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RIP David Hockney, OM, CH (9th July 1937 – 11th June 2026)

Wednesday, 20 May 2026

Timeless


Good grief!

Our Patron Saint of Kitsch, Bob Mackie's #1 fan, the ageless, timeless Cher has blown out eighty candles on her cake!

There are few words I can say about the great lady, her 60-year career, her Oscar-winning stint as an actress, her numerous "comebacks", or her tumultuous life that have not been said before.

Suffice to say, we adore her!

"Gay guys like a certain kind of woman. They like a flamboyant woman that's broken. They like a balls-to-the-wall woman, motherly but not; sexual but not. Gay guys are like this: they either love you or they don't even know you're on the planet. Once you have them, you have them."

Amen.

Many happy returns, Cher (born Cherilyn Sarkisian, 20th May 1946)