Miss Mylodon is unavailable...
May. 29th, 2009 04:11 pm...so I'm blogging for her today. (It's me again, Archie the author.)
It's been quite a week for the old girl. Last Saturday she saw her beloved Nige - and has been rambling on about 'his adorably chubby knees' ever since. Last night she went to see John Barrowman in concert and is now telling everyone she'll never again wash her right elbow as his father touched it.
Before we had to sedate her, she did make a few sensible statements.
First, she wanted everyone to know that Mr B was in very good voice, as fine as she's heard him, and that his renditions of 'I won't send Roses' and 'I am what I am' were near perfect.

He was funny, sexy, outrageous and charming, looked great and sounded better. He is clearly besotted with his family, keeping the audience regaled with stories of his parents, nieces and nephews, dogs and the lovely Scott, for whom he sang 'Rhinestone cowboy'. At one point he had his mother and father on stage to dance with him, and Mr B senior took the mickey out of his son something rotten.
Funny how people think that gay men are a threat to the status of the family...

If asked to pick out one highlight among an evening of highlights, Miss M would say the duet John sang with Daniel Boys. I've not come across this young man before, but he's very talented, and rather hot - he'd make a wonderful Vince if they ever make a musical of my Inspector Hargreaves stories. Their rendition of 'I know him so well' brought the house down.

Now, about the elbow. Apparently Mr and Mrs B were sitting just the other side of the aisle from Miss M and her light of love and at the end of the concert they stood aside to let the Barrowmans get out of their row. Mr B thanked them but said they were waiting for a friend. In the process he held Miss M's elbow.
The nurse says she'll make a full recovery if she's kept away from rugby players and charming Glaswegians for a few days.
It's been quite a week for the old girl. Last Saturday she saw her beloved Nige - and has been rambling on about 'his adorably chubby knees' ever since. Last night she went to see John Barrowman in concert and is now telling everyone she'll never again wash her right elbow as his father touched it.
Before we had to sedate her, she did make a few sensible statements.
First, she wanted everyone to know that Mr B was in very good voice, as fine as she's heard him, and that his renditions of 'I won't send Roses' and 'I am what I am' were near perfect.
He was funny, sexy, outrageous and charming, looked great and sounded better. He is clearly besotted with his family, keeping the audience regaled with stories of his parents, nieces and nephews, dogs and the lovely Scott, for whom he sang 'Rhinestone cowboy'. At one point he had his mother and father on stage to dance with him, and Mr B senior took the mickey out of his son something rotten.
Funny how people think that gay men are a threat to the status of the family...
If asked to pick out one highlight among an evening of highlights, Miss M would say the duet John sang with Daniel Boys. I've not come across this young man before, but he's very talented, and rather hot - he'd make a wonderful Vince if they ever make a musical of my Inspector Hargreaves stories. Their rendition of 'I know him so well' brought the house down.
Now, about the elbow. Apparently Mr and Mrs B were sitting just the other side of the aisle from Miss M and her light of love and at the end of the concert they stood aside to let the Barrowmans get out of their row. Mr B thanked them but said they were waiting for a friend. In the process he held Miss M's elbow.
The nurse says she'll make a full recovery if she's kept away from rugby players and charming Glaswegians for a few days.