There's no doubt that Susan Boyle is a rather brilliant, if slightly eccentric, classical singer. The little lady from Scotland won the nation over with her underdog story and her stunning vocals. But could she be about to embark on an R'n'B career?
You see, she made a little comment recently about working with Rihanna. And it seems Rhianna's more than up for it. She even tweeted "Hold up! I might be a lil late, but just heard that THEE SuBo wants to collab wit ME??!? I'm game, doesn't get much cooler than this."
I've realised that girls fall into three karaoke camps. Those who can actually bloody sing and everyone is really really jealous of. Those who refuse to do something as silly as karaoke and sulk in the corner, and then there's the other camp. The camp which I believe both of your lovely Dollymix editors fall into. The "I'm not singing! No! Not singing!...oooh cocktails... Give me the microphone, it's MY solo!" camp. So, do you karaoke?
I bet you can't watch that video without singing. (I can't even watch it without imagining myself doing high kicks and pirouettes but that's another story). Yes, the video is shoddy, but damn it was a good film with the best soundtrack ever. And if you're free on Sunday, you can join Denise Van Outen in her Fame re-enactment in central London. There's nothing about this event that doesn't make me smile.
Guess what I saw on the pavement the other day. WHITE DOG POO! "Good lord," thought I. "I know there's a 1980s revival going on, but some people are really taking it TOO FAR!"
But I was wrong. The white dog poo artists (that's what they are, let me believe it, don't spoil it for me) weren't going far enough - as this fabulous video shows.
It "mashes up" (that's a very futuristic term, isn't it? I might try using it again, after I've partied like it's 1999) dance footage from seminal 1980s bratpack movies Footloose, Pretty in Pink, The Breakfast Club and Mannequin and puts it all to the lovely strains of Lisztomania by Phoenix.
Hurrah for the 1980s! Now, make me a SodaStream, would you? I've got to finish this Rubik's Cube and iron my ra-ra skirt before Miami Vice comes on.
You know what we don't see enough of anymore? People hitting each other with pillows.
It's a travesty.
But Urban London plan to address this with their flash pillowfight in Trafalgar Square on Friday 26 June, when Big Ben strikes 6.30pm.
Be there or be square! And if it rains (which is, let's face it, is quite likely. The ice gods walking down Carnaby Street is likely at this point), put your pillow in a plastic bag.
Here are the rules:
1) Tell everyone you know about PILLOW FIGHT (bring a pillow) !!!
2) Wait for the Big Ben to strike 6:30pm precisely and then start!
3) Don't hit anyone without a pillow (unless they want it kinky lol)
4) Don't hit anyone with a camera
5) Someone yells "Stop!", goes limp, taps out, their fight is over
6) SOFT pillows to be used ONLY
7) HAVE FUN!!!
But what if you don't have a pillow? What if you have a ukelele instead? And what if you're not in London?
Don't worry, we cater to all tastes. Well, at least three....
It did contain the lyric 'every day we studied pie-eating'. Or at least I thought it did. Turns out it was 'every day we start a fighting'.
My version is way better.
Anyway, if you were curious about Eurovision but couldn't stomach the idea of three hours of live coverage on a Saturday night, you're in luck! Follow us over the jump to watch the Dollymix Eurovision Highlights 2009.
We have just gained a new intern here at the Jack office and it seems she is a fan of Dollymix! So, because we are so nice and believe that interns should get proper jobs rather than stuffing envelopes I have given her the task of writing a piece for you lovely Dollymixers.
Over to Abbi :
Everyone writes about bands. I would rather pull my own earlobes off and swallow them whole than review another Indie-boys-with-guitars-type-band, whose idea of song writing involves copying whatever droney rubbish they've been listening to on their I-Pod for three years and getting a new shit haircut.
For example, did you know that Miss Piggy is from Iowa? Or that Gonzo is sexually attracted to chickens? Or that in Pakistan, Oscar the Grouch goes by the name of Akhtar and lives in an oil barrel?
My favourite fact of the lot? That Count Von Count is apparently quite the ladies' man, who has been linked to Countess von Backward, (who, surprisingly enough, loves to count backwards); Countess Dahling von Dahling and the enigmatic "Lady Two". Obviously, the way to a Muppet womans' heart lies in a strong knowledge of rudimentary Mathematics and maniacal laughter.
Ok, so Christmas was two months ago, and my birthday isn't until November, BUT does anyone fancy donating a rather large sum of money to my good self so I can go to America and attend the Rock 'n' Roll Camp for Girls?
Once upon a time, a long time ago (well, in 2002), I was actually in a band. I played clarinet, sang backing vocals, and was the only member of our musical quartet who didn't have a beard. We did two gigs in Oxford, one of which involved a man setting his leg on fire halfway through our set, and my friend Marianne running up onto the stage between songs so she could nick my cigarettes. We eventually went our separate ways after our lead vocalist had a Mark E. Smith style strop, and sacked us all so he could make weird eight-minute math rock epics in his bedroom. However, it was fun whilst it lasted, and I have always secretly harboured dreams of being the next Patti Smith or Joan Jett. Hell, I'd settle for being the next Dolly Parton come to think of it.
I know I'm not the only one who harbours girlish dreams of musical stardom, which is why the Rock and Roll Camp for Girls looks so...well...rock!