Showing posts with label unlikelybedfellows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label unlikelybedfellows. Show all posts

Friday, January 04, 2008

"Tell Me It's Not True..."


OK, that's from "Blood Brothers," but Meryl Streep and Pierce Brosnan singing Abba? In a movie? My darling Agnetha must be spinning like a top on her secluded island in the Swedish archipelago. Of course, I shall HAVE to see it as soon as it comes out (my italics) in order to confirm all my worst fears. On the plus side, Meryl sounds quite a lot like (pre-vocoder) Cher and we all love her, don't we? Don't we? (Is it just me?)
(with thanks to the wonderful Words Dept. for alerting me to this.)

Friday, November 02, 2007

We're On For It - Are You??


Cast your mind back a few months if you will, dear reader, to those halcyon days of summer - Paris, Pimms, chocolate tart, a Gay Union Jack, a very burnt head, getting locked in the park, a memorable taxi ride - yes, you KNOW what I'm talking about. Some are already referring to it as "The New Woodstock." Anyway, we (that is yours truly, Le Meg, Frog With a Blog, and Petite Anglaise) all enjoyed it so much that we thought we'd do it again - errm NEXT WEEK!!! As the lovely Meg says "Join us next weekend - November 10 - for some drinking, air-kissing, and mutual ego-stroking!"  Tempted? C'mon, don't miss a (possibly) unique opportunity to buy me a drink. Save us from our (usual) fate of getting trollied and ending up at Gay Karaoke yet again (my italics). Meg has thoughtfully knocked up a website for this event. Go there for details. And don't worry if you don't have a blog, come anyway. And remember, last time we got written up in the FT - this time, we're aiming for Vogue/TĂȘtu (or is that just me? and aren't they the same anyway?)

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Cherchez la femme

Once upon a time, dear reader, way back in the 80s, there was a French TV presenter called Jacques Martin who, somehow, seemed to hog the small screen for most of Sunday. His funeral took place today and, despite a long career as an actor, satirist and comic, he will probably best be remembered as the host of "L'Ecole des Fans," an unimaginably cheesy (my italics) talent show for the under-10s. The format of his interviews of the "contestants" - like that of the rest of the show - never varied. "What does Mummy do?," "What does Daddy do?," "Are they here today?" and, inevitably, "What do you want to do when you grow up?" There were normally a few gags to be squeezed out of this tired old routine, along the lines of "out of the mouths of babes etc." before the little 'uns were allowed to give their - usually excruciating - performance. That said, we watched the whole thing EVERY WEEK, admittedly normally with a hangover. And the show lasted...wait for it...nearly 20 YEARS. But, when Nicolas Sarkozy was elected as France's president in May, Martin was thrust back into the spotlight for another reason. He was the first - and much older - husband of the new First Lady, Cecilia. Not only that but it was actually Sarkozy, then mayor of the Paris suburb of Neuilly, who married them, before embarking on an affair with Cecilia himself. "Ooooh la-la-la-la-la-la, only in France!" I hear you cry. Mind you, C. - a well-preserved 49 who worked at one time as a model - has a bit of a roving eye herself. In 2005, she ditched Sarkozy to start a very high-profile affair with a top ad executive, a liaison that lasted for a year. Fast movers, these French types, you see. Anyway, all this is just by way of explanation for this cartoon on the front of French satirical mag Charlie Hebdo this week. In a tribute to Martin, they depict him asking his stock question, "And what would you like to do when you grow up?" To which the young Sarkozy, for it is he, replies "I want to screw your wife!" You can read a more sober tribute to Martin here (plus a nice anecdote about Martin's reaction when Cecilia left him).