Am I alone in thinking that Barbra Streisand was quite sexy in her younger days, big hooter and all? I haven’t done a poll or anything so I have no idea what the general male view is of the subject.
This is from her late-70s “bubble perm” period when I didn’t find her quite as attractive but I do love this record — the entire album is bloody marvelous too.
Download: Guilty – Barbra Streisand (with Barry Gibb) (mp3)
BeBop Deluxe! Legs & Co! Jimmy Saville?
If you like these wonderful dancing dolly videos — is the Pope Catholic? Does Judith Chalmers have a passport? — allow me to point you in the direction of the blog One For The Dads. You can thank me later, if you ever return from there that is.
Every school had one, or they used to, the fresh-faced idealist straight out of teacher-training college armed with all the latest liberal ideas in education, determined to relate to the kids. In the 1970s you could identify the male version by their facial hair and corduroy flares, while the women tended to be wispy types given to silk scarves and maxi skirts.
One term at Secondary School we had this young English teacher with scruffy shoulder-length hair who, instead of making us read Shakespeare or any boring old nonsense like that, showed us clips from movies which we’d discuss afterwards. This being the 70s he didn’t show us any morally-uplifting, boys-own stories like Reach For The Sky or The Dambusters (too much like celebrations of the war-like patriarchy?) but instead we were treated to extracts from Hitchcock’s grisly serial killer movie Frenzy and Lindsay Anderson’s radical Public School drama If… Imagine the heap of shit he’d get into now for showing a bunch of 14-year-olds a film where the pupils mow down the teachers and parents with machine guns and bombs. I can’t remember his name now but I like to think of him as our school’s very own Howard Kirk.
He obviously knew the way to a boy’s heart was through nudity and violence because we actually behaved in his class, but that mostly wasn’t the case with the trendy teacher who usually exuded all the authority of a timid hamster, and in the Darwinian jungle of an all-boys comprehensive the kids are savage little sharks who can smell vulnerable fresh meat in the water from a mile away so they usually got eaten alive. Once we had a substitute Biology teacher called Mr. Bone (really!) whose life we made a living hell, and not just because of the comic goldmine that was his name. His first mistake was to tell us he was a vegetarian (the first one I ever met) which led to constant shouts of “have a nice roast lettuce for dinner Sunday, sir?” and trying to engage us in a chat about pop music by talking about Joni Mitchell’s latest album. It was like Cat Stevens trying to deal with a roomful of Noddy Holders. Every time he turned his back on us he was showered with a rain of pellets from the sacks of dried rabbit food in the classroom. He only taught us for a little while and when we asked our regular Biology teacher what had happened to Mr. Bone he told us that he’d walked out of a particularly unruly class one day and never came back. Last he’d heard he’d had a nervous breakdown and was living in a communal squat in Earl’s Court.
So if you’re out there somewhere Mr. Bone, I’m sorry we were such little shits. But you really should have just hit one of us over the head with a text book.
Download: I’d Like To Teach The World To Sing – The New Seekers (mp3)
La Sera is the solo project of Katy Goodman from all-girl punk band The Vivian Girls making a rather prettier noise with this single. The video isn’t exactly pretty though, you might want to watch this before you have lunch.
Apologies for my absence this week, I left my blogging mojo in my other pants and I think those pants were at the cleaners.
Still makes me want to jump up and down like a crazy person.
