Showing posts with label Billy Fury. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Billy Fury. Show all posts

Tuesday, 12 January 2010

Side shuffling


So it's Mid- January and I've been neglecting my corner of the web for the last few weeks. So lined up against the wall we have a smattering of youtube clips and some booshwash about Mad Men (Season 3 starts on the beeb on 21/1/10). Oh yeah, and a bunch of cheesy crappy pictures of our musical stars to add to their smokin' tracks!




The search goes on for cheesy images of the Peter Pan of pop...In the meantime the real work...the search for hot slabs keeps chuggin along....snort it up folks!




The shot at the beginning of this video flips ol' Den's toupe...it's like '78 porn! That lovely burgendy Peacock label enticing me in...oh, to build a time machine...I tell you, it's hard to find cheesy pictures of a 50's R n B singer looking cheesy...




And so to a complete piss- wet knickers, scream fest from the blonde scouser William Wycherley. I think this may have been his first release. He's one stone cold bastard this dude...that is until the vid cuts short at the end! This is the worse picture I can find of Billy on the whole net...lookin' a bit like Rod Stewart...




Absolute hogwash from the future coochie-coochie coo man who stole Dave Berry's act for the glam rock age. Anyway, his 5ft 2" girlfriend is missing...it's as rockin' as it gets in 1961 in Mansfield...top rate! This snap is from an ill-advised stint in Shitty-shitty bang-bang.




And so to season 2 of Mad Men. I've previously raved about this copacetic TV show but this section has seen me tune my peepers seriously into the duds that Don wears on a daily basis! That cat is gone man! Anyhow, that aside- Joan! That girl has got a figure that not only doesnt give up but slaps you with a restraining order and then pees in your petrol tank for good measure. She's one smokin' sock dollager...and on this clip she's sat next to that cat- hound Russell Brand...



Wednesday, 17 June 2009

Posh sausage sandwiches, fine coffee and out of reach platters

So, good news time; Den was out snarfin' and schlurpin' at the wonderful Rude Shipyard in Sheffield and buying up sides at the first Beat Miner's Social Club at The Washington, Fitzwilliam St (more of them tunes next week) and getting a free trip to The Lyceum to see 'Brief Encounter' whilst getting a free feed at Den Snr's...This time round: Billy Fury, Brief Encounter & Warren Speed.



So, whilst reading the cover notes of the fantastic CD 'The Rocker' which I borrowed from Den Snr (only £3 on Amazon!!!), it told me that Billy only expected to live to the age of 30 following a bout of childhood illness- jeez, he only made 43 but littered the 60's with more slabs of fantastic plastic than you can shake a stick at. I'm particularly fond of 'Bye bye', the B-side of 'I call my rose' from 1969 when Billy was the over-the-hill age of 29...Check 'em out...the version of Nothin' Shakin' makes The Beatles George Harrison-led version sound like the lily-livered pap it was!







I saw the fantastic stage version of 'Brief Encounter' on the company the other day, boy was it good! Best thing on the boards for a long time with a free glass of plonk and some nuts in the interval I was chuffed as little mint balls. See it!



So a little bit of 'boylesque' this week. I couldn't find the great Yorkshire routine by Warren Speed so the infamous chav-tastic attack will have to do. He knows how to work them knee high golf socks!  Dig it..