The Death of Middle Age
Do you recognise this nice old git?
I'm delighted that he hasn't copied Sir Paul's henna ('cos he's worth it') or Sir Elton's postiche. Unlike Debbie Harry he hasn't had a few face lifts, 11 injections of sheep's embryos or injection of (re)growth hormones.
I remember Lucy Mangan saying "Madonna has devoted her life to looking 12 in Lycra". It was in an article mourning the death of middle age.
When Blondie hit our screens in 'The Old Grey Whistle Test' men lusted and women envied. In spite of my brown hair and spare tyre, I donned a long jumper and stripey tights, bared my left shoulder and adopted an attitude.
Only women liked the guy in the picture. He had twinkly eyes.
One of my students stalked him and appeared on TV flinging herself onto the stage when he appeared at the Apollo. She later became a committed lesbian.
Here he is.
I don't think I'll be queuing for tickets. But I'll probably feel a bit wistful when he sings 'A Winter's Tale' at Christmas.
Well we all have our little secrets.
Labels: Persons we have fancied.