In furs or blue jeans, you know what I mean…

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Well, it was blue jeans. And mighty fine they were as well.

I’m now back from my holiday in Norfolk, madly trying to catch up with things and get back on track – hope you’ve not all forgotten about me? There are a fair few ‘coming soon’s on the website, which I’m aiming to upload tomorrow or Wednesday.

I was unable to blog before I departed, and so haven’t been able to squee at you all (although people on Twitter might be aware) because I MET THE BRYANGOD!! Oh yeah. The night before I left, I decided to throw caution to the wind (and pull an all-nighter with my packing) because Miss Senti and Miss Charley were in London to see Nile Rodgers and how could I resist? Well I’m very glad I was unable to resist, because at the end of the gig (after ‘chic’ly freaking my little heart out…in retrospect a mere ten feet away from The BryanGod) I turned around and saw, across a very empty balcony, Mr Bryan Ferry.

I’m afraid my knees rather went to jelly and I nearly fell over on the spot. But Charley was very strong and brave in the face of me going to pieces, and went over to ask for his autograph. Seeing that he was in a rather fabulously good mood, Senti gently pushed me over to do the same. I feel like I probably rather embarrassed myself, but hopefully not as much as it seemed at the time. I think the consensus afterwards was that BryanGod looked a bit sweetly concerned about LizFangirl, who was getting very flustered in the presence of those eyes.

You never know who is going to make you go wibbly, but I should have guessed that BryanGod would be the one.

A more unusual Ossie spot: Peter Gabriel

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Watching the Seven Ages of Rock on YeSTERDAY [or is it yEsterday? I can never remember now…] I happened upon a surprising Ossie spot. After initially enjoying young Mr David Gilmour (yummy!), the BryanGod (yummier!!) and then a young Peter Gabriel (surprisingly yum in his early days, I hadn’t realised)…..they proceeded to show the clip of Gabriel with the fox head….and a red dress. But not just any red dress….

Oh yeah. Mr Gabriel was wearing an Ossie. Presumably belonging to his wife? I think it rather suits him, and certainly makes an interesting contrast to Bowie and Jagger wearing “official” Ossie menswear.

I once sold the black version over at Vintage-a-Peel. I wonder, should I ever come across another one, whether the Gabriel connection would be a unique selling point?? Methinks perhaps not….

I think Marianne is still the bestest wearer of this style, although it helps that hers is a Celia print….

Slave to Love

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I’ve been quiet again, but with better reason this time. I’ve had my groupie gals staying for the week, and have been immersed in rock talk for most of that time. Charley had the most incredible book of photos by the legendary Mick Rock, including several of Mr Bryan Ferry which nearly had me on the floor in swoonfulness….

He seems to be popping up all over the place [and in conversations] far more frequently at the moment, or I’m just noticing it more, and it’s all leading me to realise that I have one hell of a serious crush on him.

I mean, what’s not to crush on?

I’m afraid I’m a sucker for the [dark] floppy hair and blue eyes combination. Add to that the sophisticated (even at the height of glam rock) dress sense, the slightly odd dancing, the fact that he appears to have been born middle-aged [and has therefore never aged], and then there’s that voice. The voice of God, as someone put it. Oh yeah….

He really is a sort of God. He’s always exceedingly cool, without ever chasing such a thing. Far too much effort I’m sure, he leaves that kind of thing to Mr Bowie. And I love that quote about how Roxy Music wanted to redecorate hotel rooms rather than trash them. No wonder my beloved Durans worship the BryanGod so wholeheartedly.

And at 63, I definitely still would. I’ve even got an Antony Price dress hanging up in my wardrobe for such an occasion. I’m not actually sure it should ever leave my closet for anything less than Bryan Ferry.