February 10, 2006

OH, FATIMA, YOU CAME AND YOU GAVE WITHOUT TAKING

It's a miracle! Old Blow Dries is back and the whole of the US is singing (Gerard Baker, The Times, February 10th, 2006)

Every now and then an event of genuinely startling cultural significance forces its way into our consciousness, requiring us to rethink all our assumptions, and challenging us to stand up for what we really believe.

Too often we take for granted what we should truly treasure. We forget the horrors of a past we have escaped from and we underestimate the willingness of others to undo it all and take us back there.

We have witnessed one of these episodes in the last week. I’m talking, of course, about Barry Manilow.

The cleverer half of Casa Burnet is completely convinced that, with him on our team, the clash of civilizations could be a slam dunk.

Posted by Peter Burnet at February 10, 2006 7:01 AM
Comments

When I was a kid in the 1970's, my orthodontist was Barry Manilow's cousin.


Talk about a brush with greatness! Get it? I'll be here all week, try the veal, it's great.

Posted by: pchuck at February 10, 2006 11:44 AM

Assuming he's still alive, isn't he still Barry Manilow's cousin?

Yeah, I'm here all week too.

Posted by: John Barrett Jr. at February 10, 2006 12:00 PM

I'm leaving.

Posted by: jdkelly at February 10, 2006 12:22 PM

Speaking of 70s music: I learned on Jeopardy last week that OJ's "THE SONG" was written about Don Maclean's Ameerican Pie.

Posted by: Jim in Chicago at February 10, 2006 12:23 PM

it was written about Don McLean.

Barry's ok, even if you don't care for his music.

Posted by: toe at February 10, 2006 2:21 PM
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