Tuesday, June 27, 2006

The New Kid In Town


IT'S BEEN A HARD DAYS NIGHT. Can Elmer Fudd do it? Will we care? Will anyone?
Bugs Bunny will win!! He always does!

This past weekend I was kindly given a tour of my new home from a local Roger Daltrey fan who knew all the words to 'Giving It All Away' and 'One of The Boys...'
Now I know a lot of fascinating local history, whose a dealer & who just dresses like one, where the best coffee is, where the sixty year old stripper lives, which pubs are best for which mood and that the currently hottest outdoor wannabe Studio 54 Club in London is just a few minutes away. But folks ,it's the 'Pie And Mash Shoppe' that I can't get over. Seriously wonderful way back machine time. Three things on the menu: pie, mash and hot eels. It was closed but a photo session is due soon.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Can We Fix It?




So many fun things have been happening that I feel very fortunate to have waltzed over the pond and been so welcome- the only thing driving me crazy is that I've taken on the hairstyle of CeeBeeBeebies charater Tamba (see above)-not literally but I seem to have 'Tamba Energy' these days with my odd work pony tale and surprised expressions.
I've just had a big week long indoctrination into children's shows over here and can't get over how wane and white bread 90% of kids shows in the States are in comparision(apart from PBS). The music and stories are so much more imaginative here too.
Hopefully I'll going to Teddy Bear Tea at The Ritz next week which should be a blast so it will be time to get out the Super Amanda gowns and the camera. I'm writing again too, these days about politics and this incredibly friendly muliti-cultural society I now live in, I want to record down all my first impressions. Pete's 'White City: A Novel' seems to be on my mind when I walk around my borough. Looked at a few gyms around here and it was pretty funny, some offer bagels and Clarins cosmetics plus a class called 'Nike Rock Star.' I'm going to get a low cost pilates class in my area together and see what happens once I get settled a bit more.
Funnily enough I even found a cool photo of Sir Paul McCartney and another photo of Tamba whose hairstyle I stole, on The RolyMagic Show website which is a wonderful duo who entertains kids all over the UK.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Apollo C Vermouth's Place

Went by Apollo aka Paul McCartney's House on St.John's Wood on Tuesday to drop off a Pilates/nanny resume and an early birthday present. The press were like vultures waiting on the Serengeti (or as Alan Bennett once wrote 'pigs rooting in their own shit' though after a visit to Hackney Community Farm one knows this is far too gracious a compliment). Wore my flowing blond hair, rosy pink cheeks and brought kitty puppet with me all ready to sing a tune.
Waited nearby the Fleet Street creeps eating lunch in their motors who all thought I was about 19. It was fun to firstly act as if I had no idea why I was put on the planet other than to look sweet, buxom and winsomely dopey but then I gradually allowed my rapier wit to unfold like Peter Sellers as Clair Quilty in 'Lolita.'.

One reporter , who must spend his evenings swilling MDA and pouring over Gary Glitter photos, wanted a photo of my birthday card slash resume and another offered to 'give it to the guy for me.'
No thanks mate.
I explained about my blog and stage name , none of them had seen 'Super Vixens' nor knew of Russ Meyer, this is so saddening as I thought that those who attempt to shape pop culture (albeit poorly) should at least know something of it's history.
The worst was that they had the audacity to tell me that Apollo C Vermouth's birthday was 'last week' and I actually believed them-sad but all those blokes can get right oppressive when they fix their lights on yer mate, I should never have listened.

"Young lady, don't you know that The Rolling Stones are a better band?'
Yawn.

There I was the only British eccentric within miles. I mean what happened? Why does the British press want everyone to be like Paris Hilton now?
I grew quickly tired of being asked to perform private puppet shows later on that evening and decided I'd ring the bell, as if by magic, the gate slowly opened and one of the hunkiest best looking British guys I've ever seen (security) so sweetly appeared. He made me feel so welcome. He kindly took my gift and told me that no one was home at the moment-I actually blushed!
(But here comes the twist 'I don't exist!')
Walked away quickly from the paparazzi into a most beautiful day, telling the press who had their eyes fixed on my bum like hunting scopes, that they now had Super Amanda to contend with and Super Amanda knows no fear and will NOT serve with joy (unless it's Ribena during Cbeebies that is).

They just don't get it.

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Monday, June 12, 2006

Old Kent Road




Last week down our alley came a toff
Nice old geezer with a nasty cough
Sees my missus, takes his topper off
In a very gentlemanly way

"Wot cher!" all the neighbors cried
"Who yer gonna meet, Bill
Have yer bought the street, Bill"?
Laugh! I thought I should've died
Knocked 'em in the Old Kent Road

Ev'ry evenin' at the stroke of five
Me and the missus takes a little drive
You'd say, "Wonderful they're still alive"
If you saw that little donkey go

When we starts the blessed donkey stops
He won't move, so out I quickly lops
Pals start whackin' him, when down he drops
Someone says he wasn't made to go

"Wot cher!" all the neighbors cried
"Who yer gonna meet, Bill
Have yer bought the street, Bill"?
Laugh! I thought I should've died
Knocked 'em in the Old Kent Road


STILL BUSY ALL , THANKS FOR SO MUCH ENCOURAGEMENT, THINGS ARE SHAPING UP TO BE AN EALING STUDIOS MUSICAL!
PHOTOS SOON :) CLICK ON THE LINK AND THE FORMER GHANIAN AMBASSADOR SINGS! AMAZING THAT THIS SONG BY Albert Chevalier AND Charles Ingle IS ASSOCIATED WITH THAT MOVIE THAT WE ALL WATCHED EVERY OTHER SATURDAY...PROBABLY ONE OF THE REASONS THAT I'M SUCH A UK SUCKER! CHEERS AND LOVE!