I could have sworn I’d already posted this clip but a check of the archives revealed that I haven’t. An oversight immediately corrected!
Not being a scooter boy I have no opinion in the Lambretta vs. Vespa debate, but if it’s good enough for Jean Shrimpton…
Sorry this record isn’t quite up to the class and sophistication of the above photo.
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Chris Stein could do with a haircut (“Get yer hair cut!”) but judging by this clip Debbie Harry looked pretty damn perfect right from the start.
What the hell, have another one on me.
Download: Angel Eyes (original version) – Roxy Music (mp3)
Carry On Behind is the only Carry On movie I actually saw at the pictures when it came out, with some mates at the Hammersmith Odeon in 1976. I think it was during the school holidays and we had nothing better to do, though only being about 13 at the time we might have thought it was an easy way to see some girls in their knickers.
I remember it well because sitting in the empty row behind us was this old guy wearing a big overcoat whose heavy breathing and softly muttered cries of “Phwooaar!” made it obvious even in the dark that he was was, er… pleasuring himself during the film.
We thought it was hysterical of course, but I couldn’t help but wonder why he’d do that at a Carry On film? I would have thought there were cinemas in Soho showing films far more conducive to that sort of thing. I can only assume he must have really, really liked Elke Sommer or had some kind of bottom fetish.
Download: Gaberdine Angus – John Cooper Clarke (mp3)
I wonder what “finding consolation in pin-ups” means.
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Is that Hammersmith Odeon behind them?
The main job of British movie dolly birds in the 60s and 70s was to be passive objects for the likes of Sid James or Robin Askwith to phwooaar all over or to scream helplessly and faint when Christopher Lee appeared in a cape. But with her imposing height, Amazonian build, and drop-dead looks, Valerie Leon didn’t fit the part of the ditzy barmaid or virginal damsel in distress so she was usually the one being sexually aggressive and domineering — entering rooms like a panther in heat, thrusting her cleavage forward like a deadly weapon, giving off enough horny static to power a large city — and it was the men who got all flustered and ran to the fainting couch when she approached.
She looked like such a you-are-not-worthy goddess that a lot of the time she wasn’t cast as a regular human being and played a variety of jungle warriors, aliens, and reincarnated Egyptian queens. Even in the Hai Karate ads she came across like some amorous Terminator robot who could not be stopped. Typically, when she did play a normal person we were supposed to believe she was such a crazed nympho that she’d chase after such weedy targets as Jim Dale, Ronnie Corbett, and even Charles Hawtrey. But I guess that was supposed to be the funny part.
She was a ubiquitous presence on 1970s telly, forever popping up as the comedy crumpet on variety shows and sitcoms, and you could always rely on her to class up a production — at least visually. As a boy I would immediately, um, perk up when she appeared and would sit through some right old rubbish in the hope that she’d appear again, however briefly, in that low-cut cocktail dress or fur bikini and play havoc with my hormones.
I’ve no idea if she was any good as an actress, watching her my normal critical faculties tend to be short-circuited, and her filmography is full of such nameless roles as “Hotel Receptionist”, “Lady in Bahamas”, “Serving Wench”, “Bath Girl” and, amusingly, “Queen of the Nabongas.” But one credit she should be proud of is having Roxy Music’s “Beauty Queen” written about her. I never knew that until recently but apparently she had a fling with Bryan Ferry at some point and now the opening line “Valerie please believe, it never could work out” makes sense to me. Whether this is true or not (the internet says it is) I hope it is because someone as gorgeous as Valerie Leon should have songs written about her.
Download: Beauty Queen – Roxy Music (mp3)