The Roaring Forties!

Four shows in five days in our forties in the forties! Good God! As Noel Coward once wrote.  Only mad dogs and Lola Boys! Well, almost! Our fiercest gigging week combines with this furnace friggin heat. Certainly not for the weak! Were we hot hot hot or what? It was a scorcher of a semana here on the Iberian Peninsula and we sincerely sizzled folks! Like two old bangers who hadn’t been pricked. I turned to Andrew during one of our performances and could have sworn I was appearing  in an old […]

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Pulp Friction !

After nearly three months of imbibing copious amounts of fruit and vegetable pulp, via the ubiquitous ‘Nutribullet’,  this fractious fast Andrew and I have undertaken, seems to be taking its toll!         It’s not easy being green ! Our skin may be aglow and our organs awash with healthy enzymes and free radicals, but neither of us are feeling radically free. If anything we’re both feeling slightly imprisoned by the damn machine and it’s righteously, rigorous regime. I’m almost becoming anti-oxidant!  And up ’til now I’ve never been anti – anything! […]

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Fasten Your Seatbelts – It’s Gonna Be A Bumpy Few Months!

Well, we have done it! ‘The Lola Boys’  have booked to go roaming once again. The latest adventure we are to embark upon will begin with us flying to Bangkok and then  making our way eastwards.  We shall journey overland through some of the less salubrious parts of eastern Thailand, Cambodia and Vietnam, on route to an unpronounceable, unfashionable, and from what I hear, quite unfriendly city, deep in Southern China. To celebrate our newly, almost-planned itinerary and to welcome our new  followers on Twitter and the like – I am re-blogging a couple of […]

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Tales Of A Ten Pound Pom!

One of my master’s more intelligent friends advised him he should try writing in the third person singular when next he decided to compose his blog. Of course, being blonde, well, almost, he didn’t quite understand what was being suggested to him.  I say ‘almost’, only because I am party to all of my owner’s folicular secrets, and have been made to accompany him to his local Poodle-Parlour, on more than one occasion, often being enforced to wait, impatiently lap-bound, whilst witnessing his tousled coat being painted various shades of caramel! […]

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We’ve Gone All ‘Arty Farty’ ! (or ‘You Can Always Get A Bad Apple!)

Well, after our shows at the week-end, Andrew and I were looking forward to resting a little and getting some of those long overdue jobs completed – you know, the little things you neglect until they can’t possibly go unnoticed any longer.  Like nasal hair removal, shaving one’s intimate places and, of course, clearing out the kitchen cupboards. Sadly none of these petty chores have been possible so far. Instead,  Andrew is busy painting in his studio – like a manic Matisse, preparing for an art show at which he is exhibiting […]

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A Jump Start In A Roundabout Way.

Our ‘Lola Boys’ gig on Friday just gone was only our second since we had decided to entertain the good folk of Borneo in an old defunct gold mining settlement. On that evening it was all rather ‘Dodge City’ – and the act – just plain dodgy! Still, we secured a few free drinks and I was presented with a branch of cherry blossom by the handsome owner of the establishment, Dylan. I was terribly flattered and felt almost like Maria Callas until Andrew happily informed me my bouquet was […]

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Stranded On The Strand Via The Old Kent Road.

    A wonderful party party for a wonderful lady has brought The Lola Boys’ over to England. After all we do need to work occasionally – Tina Turner wigs aren’t cheap – that’s just the act! It is always a pleasure to return to the old country. The home of Shakespeare, Churchill, Lord Nelson and, of course Katie Price! Nothing much seems to alter.  We still have the marvellously crowded public transport, the charming climate and, of course, the not so cheap fags – obviously I don’t mean the […]

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