Friday 27 February 2009
Bouncing Retro Fish Shows the Way
Well here's a turn-up - though we really shouldn't be surprised by yet another reminder of how utterly strange nature is and how very very little we know of it. It's good to see, too, that in some corner of the Coral Triangle it will be for ever 1967... And talking of retro trends, I'm delighted to report that I've spotted three or four cravat wearers - young ones that is, not Nicholas Parsons-style cravat wearers - on Victoria station this week. I take these sightings to be the green shoots of the Cravat Revival. At last!
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Talking of Nicholas Parsons, I assume you sometimes allow your Sunday Radio 4 listening to spill over from DID into Just a Minute... Now was there ever a man in this universe who has better found his niche than Paul Merton on that programme? Clement Freud is also good value but the format is too difficult for most, though I admire their bravery. This, I realise, has nothing to do with bouncing retro fish, other than that is just the kind of thing Merton would ramble on about for 37 seconds without hesitation, repetition or, which is my sin here, deviation. (I apologise for this comment, Nige.)
ReplyDeleteWouldn't do, having one of those with chips.
ReplyDeleteNige I think I have the answer to the surfeit of cravat wearing dudes at Victoria. The contents of Yves St Laurents pad are being auctioned in Paris, so maybe ?
Talking about Nicholas Parsons, Nick was on last nights news, talking about Wendy Richards, he must be at least 134 years old, looked a bit like Worzel Gummidge's Aunt Sally.
Talking about Wendy Richards, nobody mentioned "come outside", shame and whatever happened to Mike Sarne ?
In his early years Parsons worked in the Glasgow shipyards. Fact.
ReplyDeleteAnd Mike Sarne directed the film of Myra Breckinridge (it was awful, I seem to remember).
There are some great pics here. Some of old Histiophryne psychedelica's relatives look even weirder and more colourful. How about Brachionichthys politus? Prezza could learn a thing or two about deportment from this chap.
ReplyDeleteNot sure about cravats at Victoria Station. I think upstairs there is home to several banks. Maybe the bankers have recently taken to disguising themselves on the way home for fear of being taken for a pal of Sir Shreddie.
Wow! That Warty Frogfish actually is Prezza, I'm sure. You can't help but wonder if nature isn't having a bit of a laugh with this lot. Oh and I love the sentence 'Handfishes are anglers, although they are not frogfish'...
ReplyDeleteNot Frogfish - could be the name for a band...
I was at a party recently and counted eight cravats.....EIGHT and one of those was on a woman! Some of the wearers were indeed quite young tho' all were upper middle class. I think if you're from what used to be called the working class it's called a muffler!
ReplyDeleteThis is momentous news David, maybe they were gathering, prior to migrating back to Sweden.
ReplyDeleteAnd now I'm wondering what the collective noun for cravat wearers might be......a swallowing?
ReplyDeleteA Flamboyance of cravat-wearers? A Debonair? A Nicholasparsonage?
ReplyDeleteA Nigeness? hem hem
ReplyDeleteA remarkable sighting Dick - I wish I'bd been there...
ReplyDeleteI think it may well be a world record (though this is as yet unconfirmed). I'm wondering also, who Dick might be?
ReplyDeleteHe's a minor celebrity, married to Judy, who goes round impersonating a cartoonist also called David.
ReplyDeleteNige was getting confused, it happens when you reach cravat age. (cravatage?)
Especially confused today, having been up v late last night demolishing much red wine, plus some white, plus some madeira(!), plus a couple of brandy and sodas - oh and a couple of beers on the way home... It's a wonder I'm functioning at all really...
ReplyDeleteMadeira Nige, for goodness sake, have you no shame. Re a multitude of Tootal tiers.
ReplyDeleteA posy of pansies.
A cadre of neck candy.
An acclimation of accessory.
A throng of throat wear.
An orchard of Adams apple
appendage.
I would give you more but I'm
still sober.
Just a thought Mark, these cravats, were they all worn around the neck ?
Additional information about Dick, "The slayer of Oddie detractors" aka that bloke off the telly.
Nige was a popular figure on the London scene, holding court in many a Soho snuggery, and he continued to entertain with razor-sharp repartee until well into his cravatage.
ReplyDeleteWas Brit, was ? I know the media is preoccupied at the moment but what's happened, has Thursdays Bierabend mixed with Maderia seen him orf ?
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