tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post4331234255079758202..comments2024-01-24T01:27:11.111-05:00Comments on Café Muscato: Neither Heroes Nor ClownsMuscatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657061324487851341noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-73355804130689816702012-12-19T03:13:12.303-05:002012-12-19T03:13:12.303-05:00"That's the last time I play the tart for..."That's the last time I play the tart for you, Jerry!" JxJonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15501010362663971583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-16755494900176640672012-12-18T20:59:44.129-05:002012-12-18T20:59:44.129-05:00Two words: Boogie Shoes.Two words: Boogie Shoes.mrpeeneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13361948301941861890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-38190208182559663382012-12-18T11:16:32.791-05:002012-12-18T11:16:32.791-05:00What do you want? She's a Beloved National Ic...What do you want? She's a Beloved National Icon, not some sort of Cooch Girl. Actually, it's a little known fact, but she was on casters as early as 1952.<br /><br />As for the dress - it's the sort of thing that makes one realize that Penelope Keith's outfits as Margot Leadbetter on <i>The Good Life</i> weren't really as mad as they look now...Muscatohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657061324487851341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-42666480610237632982012-12-18T04:54:06.325-05:002012-12-18T04:54:06.325-05:00You notice she only ever moves her arms. Makes yo...You notice she only ever moves her arms. Makes you wonder whats going on under that apricot chiffon skirt. Or not.mrpeeneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13361948301941861890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-26709129445153850582012-12-17T19:22:31.157-05:002012-12-17T19:22:31.157-05:00Bless 'er. She's still trundled out - not ...Bless 'er. She's still trundled out - not least in this most British of years - for special occasions. She doesn't sing any more, of course (she is 95!), but she has perfected that Queen Mother benign smirk that says "I'd rather be sat somewhere warm with the crossword than here with these crusty old veterans."<br /><br />And yes, Mme Muscato, I can see you with peach bell sleeves gesticulating along to this number... JxJonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15501010362663971583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-70635470065370305782012-12-17T16:35:28.050-05:002012-12-17T16:35:28.050-05:00from now on, when this season brings me down...and...from now on, when this season brings me down...<i>and it will,</i><br />i'm going to imagine you, yes YOU MR. MUSCATO, in this very apricot ensemble and then and only then will i be able to smile.<br /><br />thank you.normadesmondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17325110017442011627noreply@blogger.com