Back in ‘Blighty’ for the first time since spring and Andrew and I seem to have brought the spanish sunshine with us. As torrential storms batter the Costa Del Sol, we have been more fortunate – basking in the warm glow of a beautiful british autumn. We are returning to our home shores for a mini UK Lola Boy tour – Seddlescombe, Hastings, London, Liverpool, Emsworth and Brighton. Beyoncé eat your heart out ! We began our trip in Battle. That famous spot where good King Harold famously came […]
A rocky gig.
The Picasso museum in Malaga was certainly interesting. Some of the old Spaniard’s work really appealed – some of it did not. To be honest, if I want to see an impossibly twisted torso with a disturbingly contorted face I only need to look at Andrew laying beside me of a morning! And I don’t have to pay ten euros for the pleasure. I once had a London agent who often told me I had a face that reminded her of a Picasso – after experiencing eleven rooms of his paintings, […]
And so we hit the uneven boards at our local chiringuito last night, with sand and french toddlers under our feet. A somewhat crazy night, awash with absolute, sincere appreciation shown by some, mixed with a little disbelief from others, and just a dash of disrespect from a few more. A strange, and not to be repeated, cocktail. I’m afraid if I knock it back again, I may knock a child out as the result! Not the best idea to let your kids run riot when there are two, nearly high-kicking, […]
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 […]
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! […]