After a fabulous fortnight's break, it is time to bite the bullet and accept it - I am not Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham after all. I do, indeed, have to return to work. Oh dear.
However, there is - on this Tacky Music Monday - some respite. After all, who could not be but cheered up by the spectacle of our peerless Patron Saint of Trashy Italiana, Signorina Raffaella Carrà, singing a beloved Cole Porter standard, in "space", accompanied by a bevy of safety gays and other assorted backup clad as (variously) eye-patched robots, glittery space angels, and, most bizarrely of all multiple Aladdin Sanes?
Not moi!
If you thought Marika Rokk was weird, think on.
Have a good week, peeps! I won't.
Words fail me, rather fab though.
ReplyDeleteRoll on the next holiday.
I want to live in Raffaella's world... Jx
DeleteI get more of a contact high from that video, than I do from the pot smoke wafting from my neighbor's patio!
ReplyDeleteWho needs drugs when you have Italian television? Jx
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