with many thanks to vicus

(sub title: blonds I have adored)

I used to really fancy this guy

and this one (the one on the left)

and you, dear reader, know I totally love him. . . (altho it a slight media genre diversion, but any excuse, eh)

but I have always been passionate about this beautiful man most of all. . . (I think)
.
*swoon*
.
well, that's it for a moment or two, while I recover from my faint. . .


Hey baby, I hear the blues a-callin',
Tossed salad and scrambled eggs
Oh My Mercy
(Quite stylish)
And maybe I seem a bit confused,
Yeah maybe,
But I got you pegged!

Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!

But I don't know what to do with those
Tossed salads and scrambled eggs.
They're callin' again.
They're callin' again.
Good night, Seattle, we love you.

What is a boy to do.
Good night.
Frasier has left the building.
Thank You!
Scrambled eggs all over my face.
What is a boy to do.
Goodnight, everybody.
See you next year, we love ya.

28 comments:

Dave said...

Good morning. What's a scambled egg?

I like to think I'm not shallow enough to be affected by hair colour (but I have a thing about black hair).

I, still, ♥ the views said...

so you fancied Starsky then?

I, still, ♥ the views said...

(so why is the girl who's snogging you a blonde. . .)

I, still, ♥ the views said...

(ah! that's why you're not snogging her. . . now it all makes sense)

I, still, ♥ the views said...

(I don't know, what is a scrambled egg?)

Dave said...

I didn't say scrambled. I said scambled, like the last verse of your little song.

You see, although I have a thing about black hair, that doesn't mean I'd turn down a kiss from a blonde, brunette or red-head.

I, still, ♥ the views said...

it's just like Scrabble, isn't it. . .

who do you turn down kissses from then? bald people?!

;-0

Dave said...

Chance would be a fine thing.

I, still, ♥ the views said...

that's Monopoly, isn't it?

Dave said...

Yes, and mating comes from chess, and I believe a kiss is something from snooker.

Which is, to be realistic, the closest I am likely to come to being kissed in the next year.

I, still, ♥ the views said...

well, you're closer than I am then, seeing as I don't play snooker. . .

oh well, as Esther Ratzends used to say "that's life"

*shudders*

Vicus Scurra said...

Where is the link to my photograph then?

I, still, ♥ the views said...

I don't need one, now you've commented

*curtsies graciously*

Mel said...

Hmmmmm.....

I'll just fancy my cuppa coffee. LOL
Seems the safer thing to do? ;-)

I, still, ♥ the views said...

you pick 'n' choose here and take what you fancy - or just enjoy your java

you know that!

XX

I, still, ♥ the views said...

(it'll get better a little further down. . .)(that's a promise)

Mel said...

Am I that predictable? LOL

*happily hummming*

You were soooooooo right!

I, still, ♥ the views said...

it's not predictability, it's just being eclectic

that is what works. . .

:-D

Mel said...

Ohhhhhhhh...........

Eclectic!

Sounds so much.....fancier than predictable.

Uhoh......



Call me irresponsible -
call me unreliable
Throw in undependable too
Do my foolish alibis bore you
Well I'm not too clever -
I just adore you

Call me unpredictable -
tell me I'm impractical
Rainbows I'm inclined to pursue
Call me irresponsible -
yes I'm unreliable
But it's undeniably true -
I'm irresponsibly mad for you

I, still, ♥ the views said...

ah!

I've been looking for an excuse to post this for ages:

I can't believe it's over
I watched the whole thing fall
And I never saw the writing that was on the wall
If I'd only knew
The days were slipping past
That the good things never last
That you were crying

Summer turned to winter
And the snow it turned to rain
And the rain turned into tears upon your face
I hardly recognized the girl you are today
And god I hope it's not too late
It's not too late
'Cause you are not alone
I'm always there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When your worlds crashing down
And you can't bear the thought
I said, babe, you're not lost

Life can show no mercy
It can tear your soul apart
It can make you feel like you've gone crazy
But you're not
Things have seem to changed
There's one thing that's still the same
In my heart you have remained
And we can fly fly fly away

'Cause you are not alone
And I am there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When the worlds crashing down
And you can not bear the cross
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost

I, still, ♥ the views said...

(YIKES!!! you were probably hummin' Bobby Darin, and there was I thinking bubbles. . .)(or Buble. . .)(*hangs head in shame*)

I, still, ♥ the views said...

*digs herself outta the HUGE hole she's in*

Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe
And he keeps it … ah … out of sight.

Ya know when that shark bites, with his teeth, babe
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves, though, wears old MacHeath, babe
So there’s nevah, nevah a trace of red.

Now on the sidewalk … uuh, huh … whoo … sunny mornin’ … uuh, huh
Lies a body just oozin' life … eeek!
And someone’s sneakin' ‘round the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

A-there's a tugboat … huh, huh, huh … down by the river don’tcha know
Where a cement bag’s just a'droopin' on down
Oh, that cement is just, it's there for the weight, dear
Five'll get ya ten old Macky’s back in town.

Now, d'ja hear ‘bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe
After drawin' out all his hard-earned cash
And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor
Could it be our boy's done somethin' rash?



Now … Jenny Diver … ho, ho … yeah … Sukey Tawdry
Ooh … Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky’s back in town.

Aah … I said Jenny Diver … whoa … Sukey Tawdry
Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Yes, that line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky’s back in town …

Look out … old Macky is back!!

I, still, ♥ the views said...

*phew*

Gordie said...

A scam bald is an egg that pretends to be a bald man's head in order to take money of you.

Niles is married to Bulldog in real life.

I knew Ilya Kuryakin would be in there somewhere. (You started young!)

mig bardsley said...

I'm with you on all those until the last one who I don't know.
I seem to recall being quite daft about the darker halves as well.
Oh and do you remember Adam Faith in that TV series - birdie? Budgie! :)
Cor!

Mel said...

LOL

Ya think Mack the Knife gotcha outta that hole? LOL

'Cuse me--but I'll now go to be hummin' it!
:-P

Mel said...

be=bed

Darn fingers!

I, still, ♥ the views said...

mel look after those fingers honey, I'd be lonely without them

;-)

mig I think that was on itv

:-(

gordie I think I must have seen the repeats (I did like him in The Invisible Man, too)(who is Bulldog?)

and by the way, how did you know?

:-)