Sunday, April 17, 2011
Later today I shall meet the guitarists in the pub to plot our performing future, but in the meantime – as I rise to tea and impossibility, and since, among other motivations, I am still coming to terms with this weblog being branded objectionable after all these many years of Doc40 – I shall dwell on the tawdry, the tacky, the wholly synthetic, and the entirely implausible. A few days ago, our friend HCB remarked in an email that “the sluts we loved at 14 were the ones that made us the terrorists we are today.” The comment was in the specific context of a lady called Shirley Anne Field – a free-spirited Brit starlet of our youth – but it also applied in general terms to any cheap and gaudy desire. Although, of course, at 14, the sluts we loved were mainly imaginary figments of fiction, fantasy, Fredericks of Hollywood, ancient appliances, and very bad wall paper.
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Posted by Mick at 4/17/2011 06:15:00 AM