I saw several stories I thought I should comment on, but then remembered I’m in the POP age now, so I should just ignore the chatter, even if Reggie Yates (will Chuku Umunna call him vile like he does Donald Trump?) and Lily Allen stories showed why I was right to criticise Russell Brand’s revolutionaries. I also watched The Riot Club recently, which I think showed the kind of revolutionary riot culture Brand stands for, and where most of his supporters come from; a kind of Marquis de Sade – Aleister Crowley do what thou wilt (rich and/or manipulative men) ethos.
If women like that then fine, but from the post-Weinstein scandal fall-out it doesn’t seem to be for most of them, although they think they have no choice at the time.
I did once joke that my L.A. metal name would be Marcy de Sad (inspired by names from bands like Guns N’ Roses, Faster Pussycat and Love/Hate), combining my name, wordplaying on Sade and incorporating my bipolarity; and I think humans should be as free as possible to do what they want, like Crowley, but without harming anything else.
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In total contrast, I thought I should ask you to let Amber Heard know about this blog post, with parody comedy based on real amour (thinking Pepe Le Puy!), using the parodying Twitter viralism hashtag #hah (has amber heard), as she’s apparently in Oz now, but then thought she should know by now (Hank Melvin’s song, written by Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff, comes to mind; by the way, I added that Jagger was particularly greenYgreying and that ‘summer’ should be changed to ‘winter’ in yesterday’s blog post; not that I prefer winter to summer, quite the opposite in fact, and for negative-greenYgrey conspiracy theorists, Jagger is still going strong, while the Starman has unfortunately passed away, albeit at the grand old age of 70; If you don’t know me by now), and must think I’m not worthy of romance. I was thinking fondly of Cressida Bonas last week too, but guess she doesn’t think of me as a true blue!
Those types of women have always been my favourites, with early versions Debbie Harry, Brigitte Bardot and Britt Eklund. I liked ABBA’s Agnetha when I was 10 because of her face and hair, not the apparently large bum she’s got; that I hadn’t even noticed until watching recent documentaries about her.
While I’ve been concentrating on sunrises over the last decade I was more of a sunset person before, due to being more of a night-owl than an early-bird. Here’s some photos I took in Australia in 1989, showing I loved natural beauty back then too, before I met all the people from the 1990s who think they’re a big influence on me, with the first one a true Blue Peter POP (PinkyOrangePurple) one I made before: