Oh George

In 1986 I was living in London and I had a flatmate who modelled her hair on George Michael’s fluffy bouffy do. She scored tickets to see Wham at Wembley Stadium that summer. I didn’t speak to her for a while because she went to the gig and I didn’t. It was never about Andrew, it was always about George. I loved George but I was too afraid to admit it. For a while there it wasn’t cool to like George Michael’s music, it wasn’t grungey or dark or rock enough. I’ve never liked cool obscure underground bands that nobody has heard of, with male singers who can’t hold a tune, I’m a huge fan of bright, shiny commercial pop. So George was the shiz.

 

I love George’s lyrics, I love his melodies and his voice. When I was 14, he wrote songs in the key of teenage angst. George understood me and my worries. Christmas doesn’t begin for me until I hear Last Christmas on the radio.

 

I can’t believe he’s gone at the age of 53. In the 90s his music kept my heart alive. I hope the dope didn’t kill him.

 

“Do you enjoy what you do? If not, just stop, don’t stay there and rot.”

 

Thank you George, I hope you’re blazing a trail with some gorgeous angelic backing vocalists in heaven

 

 

 

 


Dig If You Will The Picture

How do we live in a world without Prince, David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Victoria Wood and Merle Haggard? Age shall not weary them, but 2016 has been a cruel year, robbing the world of my favourite artists.

The genius artist known as Prince brought my teen years alive with his sexy funk groove.

All good things that say, never last. And love, it isn’t love until it’s passed.

Please Stevie Wonder, stay healthy and strong.

Thank you Prince Rogers Nelson, your music, generosity of spirit and philanthropy will live forever
Prince


Lou Lou

My name is Lou or more accurately Lou Lou. A friend told me that Lou Lou is a euphemism for vagina. Actually I was christened Louise (yes, I was christened in a posh frock which I did a big wee all over), but people only called me that when I had done something wrong; I got used to LOUISE being yelled in a cranky tone of voice. So 15 years ago I changed it to Lou Lou by deed poll. So I’m a grown woman with a little girl’s name. I have three theme songs. Don’t Bring Lulu because my sister was well behaved and I was a wild child so I tend to go a bit nuts at social functions. The second one is Louise, my dad used to sing it to me when I was little. Only my family get away with calling me Louise (just). And I’m a single mother, so this song below is another one of my theme songs.

SKIP TO MY LOU

I lost my partner, what’ll I do?

I lost my partner, what’ll I do?

I lost my partner, what’ll I do?

Skip to my Lou, my darlin’.

Lou, Lou, skip to my Lou,

Lou, Lou, skip to my Lou,

Lou, Lou, skip to my Lou,

Skip to my Lou, my darlin’.

I’ll find another one, prettier than you,

I’ll find another one, prettier than you,

I’ll find another one, prettier than you,

Skip to my Lou, my darlin’

Lou, Lou, skip to my Lou,

Lou, Lou, skip to my Lou,

Lou, Lou, skip to my Lou,

Skip to my Lou, my darling