The Movie Songbook • Sharleen Spiteri
The Movie Songbook
Sharleen Spiteri
42:54 min • Island • March 1st, 2010
Dan Mathews is the Senior Vice President of PETA, People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals. His memoir, Committed: The Adventures of PETA’s Rebel Campaigner, is most likely the funniest book to have been written on the subject of animal rights campaigning. He is the force behind PETA’s often controversial and always impactive campaign strategy.
The subject of Rebel Scum is usually a person or an organisation that has a mission to abuse basic rights from behind the protective gloss of religion. In this issue the subject is more amorphous, although the parallels are obvious, and the column is about the organisations that can help protect against this spectre. The [...]
An historical timeline of gay magazines, from 1897 to 2008.
The Magazine
The word magazine is an Arabic term for storehouse. Although periodicals had been published before, it was first used to describe a publication in 1731 with advent of the Gentlemen’s Magazine.
I’m in a coffee shop. The blue one on the corner of Old Compton Street and Frith Street. I come here a lot. I like it here. It’s authentic. As if it’s been here for years. I don’t like the fake bohemia of Caffé Nero and Costa. If I come to Soho I like to [...]
The Movie Songbook
Sharleen Spiteri
42:54 min • Island • March 1st, 2010
A Glamor News Flash from Clementine about the exceptional auction of 86 originals worn by performer Danny La Rue throughout his career.
Thursday 4th March
I’m outside the French House, drinking with Celine and her friend Dave.
I’ve just arrived and after a few pleasantries I ask them about the album they’re recording and they tell me it’s sounding good. Being mixed. And that it’s almost finished. It’s interesting to hear and they’re excited. Then Celine spots a guy in a long blonde wig and a black mini skirt and she goes off to speak to him, leaving Dave and I alone.
Dave was once in the band Soft Cell and although we’ve met a few times before, I’ve never thought to tell him how much his music meant to me when I was growing up. But a couple of things have happened recently that have made me change my mind.
The first is Gaga.
The Happy Island
Dawn Powell
275 pages • Steerforth • 1938, 1998 [PB]
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Snapshots in History’s Glare
Gore Vidal
256 pages • Harry N. Abrams, Inc. • November 2nd, 2009 [HB]
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As the clock chimed six the door to the coffee shop suddenly flew open and there stood David Benson looking like a windswept Bonnie Tyler.
‘Am I late darling?’
‘No, not at all.’
‘Oh good.’
Then he gave me a peck on the cheek and whisked me off to Soho’s Curzon cinema.
The Press ruling in the case of Jan Moir’s column on the death of Stephen Gately concluded that whilst it was “uncomfortable with the tenor of the columnist’s remarks”, a censure would be “a slide towards censorship”. Perhaps. More significantly, if Moir was censured it would surely spell the end of the Daily Mail.
I’m in my usual spot. Notebook on one side. Coffee on the other. Flicking through a newspaper. News. Gossip. Katie Price’s tits. Then I come across an interview with Tom Ford, discussing the film he just directed, A Single Man (based on the 1964 novella by Christopher Isherwood).
I’m a big Isherwood fan, so I’m really looking forward to seeing this film. But what has been disappointing is that this is now the third interview I’ve read where Ford has tried to distance himself from the film’s homosexuality ‘It’s not a gay movie. Absolutely not,’ he said in one interview. ‘We edited out the gay kiss from the trailer,’ said another. And then the phrase he keeps coming out with, ‘I don’t define myself by my sexuality.’ Given Isherwood’s disappointment over the way the homosexuality was trivialised in Cabaret he must be turning in his grave at this reticence.
Rupert Smith’s novel Man’s World is published later this month. It is the story two men from two different generations that explores both the gay scene of London today and the underground scene of fifty years ago.
Polari talked to Rupert on the eve of the book’s publication.
8pm. I’m sitting on a small leather settee in a packed theatre bar. On my right sits ‘a sneezing’ David Benson, and on my left his friend Katy.
As they’re both actors the conversation revolves around plays, avant-garde performers and Katy’s recent one-woman show. You see, Katy is none other than Katy Manning. One of the original Dr Who girls. And as she talks, shaking her blonde locks from side-to-side, peppering her speech with show biz anecdotes, although it’s interesting, all I can think about are … the Daleks.
When I was growing up the Daleks were scary. I mean really scary. They were like the Terminators of their day. I must’ve been about eight when I first saw them and whenever they appeared on TV, like thousands of other kids, I’d hide behind my parent’s flower-patterned red velour sofa, peeping nervously from behind the arm-rest, pee spots permeating my pants. … More »
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