Post by FabGear Prophylactic on Jul 11, 2019 3:07:55 GMT
Yeah, what's with this Kylie Minogue thing (yeah I know she's gorgeous but Morley's gone way beyond mere sexual objectification here)? I had almost forgotten his old ZTT jaw-droppers, and was beginning to think more-or-less kindly of him as a doddering old uncle on a park bench babbling nostalgically about something or other. But then I heard a BBC Radio doc wherein he rhapsodizes at length (!) about Minogue's "I Can't Get You Out of My Head" (I think it's called) as some sort of most best ultimate life-affirming orgasmic epiphany.
I can't... (Uhh, it's a decent poptune among tens of thousands of others.) Mountain; meet molehill.
(Coincidentally I only just today stumbled across an article on Cavanagh's passing. I think I saw stuff he wrote for Sounds back in the day, no? (I know I should have search engined that, sorry.) I seem to remember a much more thoughtful than average writer, if my memory doesn't fail. In any case, I send my sympathies.}
The idea that seeing Pete and Roger uncomfortably sitting on a vintage motor scooter would be anything more than a novelty is ludicrous
Heh heh. That wasn't actually the trigger. I forget what was now. And I'd been meaning to join in here for a while, just never got around to it. But for you, my minty one, if you want to believe it was you - then it was you. (Now imagine all that being said in a Jeatleboe voice, complete with Sopranos wannabe accent.)