No mystery with repeat offenders
blond hair like Worzel Gummidge floating about – and he only got a two from Craig, bless him.
But the following week he did a foxtrot and was brilliant.
His hair was tidy and he was in a Fred Astaire suit and I thought: “I do love you, babes.” He looked good. And he danced good, too!
Congratulations as Cliff hits 80
Sir Cliff Richard turned 80 this week. My first ever record was the Expresso Bongo EP by Cliff back in 1960.
That makes me feel old but, to be honest, I was never really a big fan of his. I think it was my Taid – my grandad – who bought Expresso Bongo for me.
Mum and Dad didn’t have much money but my Taid spoiled me. I
always remember for my 10th birthday I came home to find an orange Dansette record player and ten records waiting for me.
They were 78s from Woolworths. I was so excited.
I really loved that little record player – I played it and played it and played it.
Another birthday – Angela Lansbury turned 95 yesterday.
I used to be addicted to Murder She Wrote. I loved that programme.
But I’ve seen all the repeats so I’ve gone off watching it.
It’s a bit like with Midsomer Murders. It comes on now and I think: “Oh, I recognise you – you’re the murderer.”
Secret gift leaves me full of beans
The postman dropped a parcel off yesterday, and I thought: “What’s this?”
I opened it and inside, a note said: “Dear Val, glad to know someone else needs a clothes protector like me. Keep writing in the Mirror.”
It’s a massive green tartan bib. It’ll cover me down to my waist. I’m always dribbling, always getting food down me.
It’s wonderful. But I don’t know who it’s from. They haven’t signed it and it just said Yorkshire on the Jiffy bag.
It’s very, very kind. I cried because of such kindness.
If there had been a name, I would have asked someone to get me a thank-you card.
I can’t wait to have beans on toast so I can wear it.