R.A.D. Stainforth
What I lack in sentimentality, I more than make up for in greed.
(Nigella Lawson, Nigella Express)
Kylie is now a one-word brand, rather like Vegemite, although not so tasty. She is now forty years old, as noted on Ozlady’s Ramblings and elsewhere.
I went to see an exhibition of her stage costumes at Manchester Art Gallery. I was amazed at how tiny they were. The hotpants would have been a snug fit on a Rottweiler.
This skinny, emotionally vapid pop tart is responsible for the global spread of a vile contagion known as “upspeaking”, i.e. uttering every statement with a rising inflection as if it were a question. This betrays a deep-seated sense of insecurity in the speaker. Sufferers from this condition should be slapped, quite hard.
One of my many guilty secrets is Kylie’s Can’t Get You Out Of My Head. I downloaded it as a free mp3 when you could still do such things and still have it. Must have a listen …
Tags: australia, kylie minogue, pop, tiny costumes, vegemite
