Tuesday, 9 June 2020

9th June 2020

Back in the razzle-dazzle 1980s, my mother usually watched Dynasty instead of Dallas.  There were media arguments about the merits of both.  One thing was certain, though - either show could not have been made in any other era.

Crass, often unintentionally funny, bizarre plots that rarely made any sense ("how did these stupid people become rich?" I often thought), over-the-top, that thin pearlescent of 'style' - the kind of 'style' that usually coats the garish interiors of the mega-yachts of the world's rich, but the shows were often entertaining.

Dallas of course had the greatest "we've run out of ideas, now what?" car-crash plot, when Bobby Ewing, supposedly dead for a series or so, made a miraculous return and viewers found out that Bobby's long death was "all just a dream" of wifey Pam.  The plot disaster means that only Lazarus has been brought back successfully from the dead... but then, he did have some help.



As we drift into the purgatory of the "semi-lockdown, we don't know what to advise anymore" state of the UK, I'm starting to wonder if I'm going to have my own 'Pammy' moment and wake up.

But probably not.

But going full circle and back to Dallas and Dynasty, it was all about the shoulder pads for the ladies.  In truth, only sexy-but-androgynous Grace Jones ever pulled off the big-shoulder look.  I had a go, too, in a borrowed latex catsuit for some long-forgotten night out in Manchester.  Unlike the post from the 7th June, though, I was decidedly behind the curve this time, as it was taken in 2006.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort

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