Round 140: "You're no Mathilde Santing . . . "

Darts Thrown: March 7th 2019
Blog Written: August 17th 2019

Highest Score: 135
Lowest Score: 1
Sixties: 24
100+: 6

Blogger's Note: Written in haste, so there will be spelling mistakes and slapdash grammar.

Notice how I'm not really commenting on the darts? Not much to add, is there . . .  but I just thought I'd mention it anyway. At this point this has turned into a cheap excuse for me to post old music videos. By the end of the year, I might have a half decent playlist.

Next up is the Pet Shop Boys' collaboration with Liza Minnelli. I still prefer the PSB's musical hook-ups with Dusty Springfield and Patsy Kensit but this still holds up, and I can still remember their performance on the Wogan Show. That must mean something to my addled brain.

Liza Minnelli - Losing My Mind

Pet Shop Boys, Literally by Chris Heath (Da Capo Press 1990)

Someone mentions the reviews. Neil says it was stupid to invite the press to an added, unsold-out show. 'They all had to gleefully mention it wasn't full, but no matter. It was a major PR mistake but to be honest,' he laughs, 'tough bananas.'

'A lot of people went home very happy and that's what counts,' says Carroll. 'It's very expensive. They make a choice sometimes between buying the tickets and paying their bills. It's a great honour.'

This is said with such honesty and feeling that you can sense everyone present drawing breath, taking stock, storing this away.

Neil reflects on the Daily Telegraph's comments. 'It was written from Olympian heights. It was so patronizing. They're jealous. And of course the reason is because I'm a journalist . . .'

'Tossbag,' mutters Danny, succinctly.

Carroll begins once more. She says that these people are stupid, that they've no idea why people do these things. They're always looking for stupid motives. 'They think you do it for the money or something. The reasons are obvious,' she declares. 'You do it for entertainment and self-expression.'

This statement, casually tossed out to a half-drunk, back-of-the-bus rabble, makes a lasting impression.