As if life was not weird and wonderful enough I have just discovered that like me Julian Clary spent his early life in Surbiton, was signed to Virgin 10 records (like me) AND was also clearly the inspiration on the make up front for my 1986 debut single release Dancing In My Heart. He also loves small dogs (like me again) which makes him perfect, obviously (like me even more) and the fact that he tweeted that he enjoyed my blog yesterday (like me SO even more). Well I can't keep self interest and egotism out of this completely since I am a woman on a major mission, one is supposed to be promoting Mwaahhhh on a Global Scale. So my super favourite comedian has inadvertently become the first celeb agent for my universal expansion cause. I have a celeb endorsement at long last! Wait till Pepsi Cola hear about this, they'll be desperate to burn my hair offing an advert, oops except I haven't got any.
I alway wanted to be a comedienne but the doglings ate my funny bone when I left it on the carpet. Perhaps that is where the quest for world domination is going wrong, you can't leave things lying around (albums for 20 years, that sort of thing, bi-annual statements on your blog!) Although Ricky Gervais made the transition and he was a dodgy eighties pop star, and that revs my engine frankly as I mount the rocket launcher of my destiny. Anyway, Tiny People view my 86 vid and judge the similarities for yourself. Personally it was like a giant stylistic penny dropped on my head and split me wide open creatively, revealing previously unknown things (so this is an exclusive revelation). Separated at birth for sure, the synchronicity would make Sting sing.
Go visit the official julianclary.co.uk to get the real celeb deal though, I am obviously thwarted in the fame game so you need a dose of actual celeb, rather than an aspiring desperado like myself. I think we all need to go and see the Julian, Tiny People, buy a book or two, go to the pantomime. I won't take no for an answer, I need to compare make up notes, stalk him at the stage door and see if he has any beauty tips for a bald eighties pop star who has no eyelashes (don't suggest falsies because apparently they won't stick on if you don't have real ones unless you are prepared to wear them half way down your face and on your eyebrows, which was a look pioneered by an American actress whose name escapes me). Personally although I am a nobody looking at the mountain I have to climb, I currently take great comfort from Susan Boyle making it in mid life...Britains Got Talent here I come.
In conclusion to todays blog, here is a "Shaggy dog movie" of me, of the delightful Fifi and Yogi, which is a homage to the late great Fanny The Wonder Dog. I have changed since 1986 be prepared and I am not wearing any make up, but Fifi's beautiful extremism and my mad singing more than make up for it. Enjoy, if this goes viral and I make it onto the Shane Dawson show, or Rude Tube, like "Charlie Bit My Finger", my dreams will be that little bit closer.
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