and five and six are witches’ tricks…
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CORRECTION: In the words of the immortal Anna Russell, La Cieca will now shriek, “I can’t count!” There are in fact 13 singers included in the “Which Witch” quiz/competition, not 11 as your doyenne previously announced. Math is hard!
for me it was Tom Jones on Sunday nite TV – the glued on pants, the huge bulge, the shirts open down to his navel showing his beautiful chest fur, and especially at the end of every show, where he would speak in Welsh, in the sexiest voice ever given to a man.
So yes, my mother made me gay by letting me watch that program.
With me it was Mary Poppins, which came out when I was five or six. I made my mother take me back to see it several more times. I developed an umbrella fixation. My mother bought me the soundtrack LP, of course, and I must have played it hundreds of times. I still know all the songs by heart.
Tom Jones?
Were there no American singers available to engage your burgeoning sexuality? It’s a conspiracy I tell you.
No. Armerjacquino, for sheer hormonal *chien* who could top Tom Jones except maybe his distant cousin Gwyneth or her fellow Dame Shirley Bassey?
For me, it was the opening credits of Magnum PI that always got me all a twitter…(and admittedly still do in reruns…) John Ritter and his hairy chest kept me interested in 3′s Company too…
…anybody out there going to Cav/Pag and Beatrice and Benedict Wed and Thurs in Houston??? (Ill tell Dolora and Joyce hello for yas…)
It’s so nice to know that I wasn’t the only little boy in the 60′s who thought he was Hayley Mills. I alternated between Summer Magic and The Moonspinners. The swingset in our backyard constantly doubled for the windmill in daily/hourly reenactments of the scene from Moonspinners. I did move onto being Julie Andrews – The Sound of Music in particular. As much as I enjoyed Mary Poppins, her hair and wardrobe from TSOM was more me.
Mother took me to a Rise Stevens recital when I was young; it was at the Civic Auditorium downtown…she had a sumptuous contralto (mother, not Rise) and had always sung with her sisters in church. I remember it was the first time I had heard ‘Mon Coeur s’ouvre a ta voix” from Samson and Dalilah and I was intoxicated…the only other thing I remember is going backstage afterward and
being fascinated if also rather horrified by the thickness of Rise’s makeup.. around the same time I saw the movie of ‘Carousel’ and begged mother to buy me the soundtrack album…of course, she did.
I didn’t become Hayley Mills until she found a bearded Alan Bates in a barn in Whistle Down the Wind and mistook him for Christ….I had never been very religious till then.
i cant do it, but can someone now figure out who Graciella Scusi’s momma is? Or was it just luck that got you backstage, GS?
Graciella – in a rather strange visit to London many years ago, I sat behind Alan Bates at a Hildegard Behrens concert – he still retained that rather seriously sexy aura about him that he projected on to his film work. Oh, and he left after the first half – HB wasn’t well that night.
A couple of days later I was introduced to Hayley Mills at some awful gathering; she was complaining desperately about her out of control son, who later formed an awful rock band caled Kula Shaka.
No wonder Vicar of Wakefield (comment #10)- guys showed no interest in Patricia Roc; either in silk gowns or out of them in a plain cotton dress. She was an iced mullet clothed in silk that still pervades all those old late night B&W English ‘pictuurres’ on some T.V Cable Channel 335! As for John Justin, I would have rescued him anytime, especially in the desert : when in distress, in The 4 Feathers. Apparently the English have never had the perceptive ‘parazz’ to know, what is going on, down in their pants, seeing a ‘spunk’. Perhaps in such a state, they probably thought Mum just happened to buy them cheap underpants, but probably two sizes, too short! You know the same underpants, Vicar: that they also ‘thrift washed’ during their Saturday night family ‘dip’ at the council-ran community bathhouses. Oh England!