Ok.
I promised you a post on the delights of hotel entertainment.
This is was our hotel…
It looks ok doesn’t it?
This is the Entertainments notice board.
Sorry the photo is bad but Miss M was attempting to drag me towards the lounge area hanging happily from my arm.
But you get the gist right?
A couple of hardboard planks with the weeks entertainers stapled across it, and a few public notices at the bottom.
Tres Chic.
So what was the line up?
Well, on Monday, when we arrived after a 6 hour journey, there was the lovely Keith Brown.
Isn’t he a smiley happy person?
You might not be able to make out the words on his poster but he is an ‘International Keyboard Vocalist.’
It says it there amongst the animal print so it must be true.
This man goes on holiday.
Mr B likes to remember him as an ‘International Man of Mystery.’
Or was it ‘Misery’??
Anyway, he knew many many songs.
We just knew the one.
But Miss M danced with Grandma and declared to us as we put her to bed,
Miss M: “Mummy I love dat man. Dat man an dat peehanno.”
I must admit I was a little afraid, but we battled on to Tuesday night and…
Young Colin, with his 50s, 60s and 70s Folk, Country and Rock ‘n’ Roll.
To be honest the floaty numbers in his poster kind of put us off so we went for a walk instead.
I find his smile quite alarming.
Wednesday, half way there folks and we have,
Wait for it,
Nothing.
Ok, I lied.
We could have had a £14 a-head bus trip to the theatre to see ‘Strictly Comedy and Dancing.’
Do you get the funny play on words??
We have a programme in the UK called ‘Strictly Come Dancing.’
Have you ever seen such wit?
And Thursday?
Thursday was this lovely couple.
Rio.
Oh the hours they must have spent thinking up that name…
I can just picture it…
Lovely Lady With Red Guitar: “Oh oh we must think of a fitting name for our sexy guitar double act. “
Lovely Man with White Guitar: “What about Rio, after the dog?”
Lovey Lady with Red Guitar: “OK.”
We saw a bit of these and had to leave. The kids were tired you know, and I think I’d noticed a small moth in our room earlier in the day.
They can do a lot of damage moths can you know.
But we did hear them until about 11.00pm.
I can’t tell you what they sang.
It’s not that I’ve been forbidden, I just couldn’t tell.
Mr B and I played name that tune for a while then gave up before our ears fell off.
I have a feeling many a Hearing Aid was turned down that night.
Now Friday we left for home but I was very loathe to leave as look who we missed on Friday night…
Jim Solo, keyboard, guitar, vocals AND comedy all rolled into a such a lovely looking package and he knows it too doesn’t he?
He must be the Friday Night bit of stuff, the slighty risque raunchy, watch out for the flying bloomers kind of hunk that actually had a taste of real rock stardom when Gene Pitney peed next to him in the men’s room at the Clapham Palais where he was a caretaker.
This means he can truthfully say things like,
“When me and Cliff shared a dressing room…”
Or,
“When I stood shoulder to shoulder with the Shadows…”
Or
“I remember the time I performed alongside Alvin Stardust.”
When in fact he bumped into them all in the men’s bogs.
He looks kind of smug doesn’t he?
I think that’s because he knows he’s on to a winner with the ladies as most of his audience will not be able to see the scary hair, fake tan and shiny shirt.
He knows that on Friday nights at the Seascape Hotel he is the ultimate stud muffin.
What a guy.
While we were sadly not there for the weekend amusements, I can tell you that Saturday brought another Keith,
Who promised ‘50s, 60s, country, sing-a-long, dance music and a lot of fun.’
and Sunday was the day for,
Moonraker…
Who do ‘A bit of this and that’ but probably not any actual ‘moon raking’ which let’s face it, would have been well worth watching.
So there you have it folks.
Our holiday schedule of musical merriment.
You want to go there now don’t you?
Forget about Dartmouth, you want to get close to Colin, Keith, Keith and Jim.
You want to rock with Rio and mosh to Moonraker.
I can hardly blame you.
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October 1st, 2007 at 3:12 pm
I want to go there now, I do.
October 1st, 2007 at 3:23 pm
Ahh Nap, so sorry you weren’t able to come too.
You want one of those white guitars don’t you.
October 1st, 2007 at 3:36 pm
It was worth it just for the blog fodder, right?
You know, I bet they did name themselves after the dog. Or the river, maybe.
October 1st, 2007 at 4:10 pm
Jim, obviously no relation to Han Solo… right?
October 1st, 2007 at 4:13 pm
I..have…tears…Lol! PMSL! ‘A Bit of This and That’…haaaa…ahaaagh! It hurts! Sorry, I have to go remove snot/tears/pants (Well, I have had 3 kids!).
October 1st, 2007 at 6:37 pm
Ouch, but you had fun doing other things, right?
October 1st, 2007 at 9:49 pm
Hey, JB!! You’ve been tagged for the SEO meme. Hope you are up to it…
Check it out at:
http://chocmintgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/seo-tag.html
October 1st, 2007 at 10:05 pm
Ooppss…the link should be:
http://chocmintgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/interesting-seo-meme.html
October 1st, 2007 at 10:12 pm
I love that you are such a bloggin type of girl. YOu took those photos just for your blog, huh? yeah….you are crazy like that. I think I love you for it!
October 1st, 2007 at 11:58 pm
Forget Paris, I’m going to book NOW!
I’m surprised Jim Solo isn’t an international star. ….
October 2nd, 2007 at 12:35 am
Kimberly I bet their dogs are called Cleo and Rio and it was a toss up between the two, but Cleo lost as she pooped in Mr White Guitar’s slippers.
Cami, I hadn’t thought of that but now I can see a bit of a resemblance, if I squint. Really, really squint. Hee hee.
English Mum, I know, that one got me too, I mean, ‘this and that could be anything couldn’t it? A bit of mime, break dancing, wall papering??
Mrs Weasey we di have fun doing other things I promise.
Choc Mint Girl thanks, I will be over later to get memed.
Corey I admit it, I did. I couldn’t resist, they just made me smile so much.
Dumdad, you’re selling up and moving back to blighty now aren’t you?
October 2nd, 2007 at 5:11 am
I just had this vision of all the matrons slinging their white bloomers at Mr Jim..no thongs in that crowd, I bet!
October 2nd, 2007 at 5:42 am
Leendaluu, if any one there was wearing a thong I’d have been quite scared, though part of me hopes a couple of them had a basque and suspenders under their twin sets.
I hope when I’m that age there’l stil be a bit of spice in my life. (Old Spice probably.)
October 2nd, 2007 at 6:55 am
Oh, my. I’d forgotten what local entertainment can be like. I want a red guitar just like the lady in Rio. Then, me and my husband can tour around small resort towns and annoy patrons with nothing better to do than to drink watered down mixed drinks, and turn their hearing aids down. LOL
Oh, Jo, you are such a trooper for spending that week in Torquay. How did Granny like the nightly amusements? *grin*
October 2nd, 2007 at 7:09 am
So did Mr. B get any new musical ideas from the trip? Like what not to do on stage?
Yowsah. What a line up.
October 2nd, 2007 at 7:47 am
I love hotels, and that one looks stellar.
And, I LOVE hotel entertainment. Few things are as grand, especially when you have had one too many gin and tonics.
October 2nd, 2007 at 8:56 am
Jen, Grandma got up and boogied with Miss M for one song then watched the rest while sipping her shandy.
RC, Mr B was watching the performances for interesting tips but unfortunately found nothing that would add to his own fabulous repertoire, except maybe a bit of hip wiggling. Hee hee.
Susan, the gin and tonics always help in these situations.
October 2nd, 2007 at 10:43 am
I absolutely love and adore really bad entertainment. It can make me sit in perfect amazement. Sometimes things can be so bad that they are nearly good. Nearly! It kind of makes you stand in awe, doesn’t it?
October 2nd, 2007 at 2:44 pm
Irene that is so true.
It was so bad it was actually entertaining in an odd way.
Hee hee.
October 3rd, 2007 at 6:03 am
I’m currently battling a daytime nightmare where Jim Solo comes up to me, raises one eyebrow, and asks (with raging halitosis) – “didn’t we?”
I remember hi-jacking a one man and his piano cabaret act in Lytham St Annes, getting up for “one song” and not sitting down again – the pensioners loved me!
Awwww poor Mr B!
October 3rd, 2007 at 3:25 pm
Despina, if only you had been there. We’d have all felt so much better hee hee.
And Jim Solo…did you??
October 4th, 2007 at 6:23 am
Jo, I don’t kiss and tell!
(I wonder if his underpants match his shirt?)
October 4th, 2007 at 9:34 am
Hee hee, Despina, I don’t think he wears pants.
October 4th, 2007 at 1:45 pm
I’d say ask Mrs Solo, but actually, er, no.