AND THE SOUND OF KISS, ON THE STREET OUTSIDE

Did I mention that I live in London now? No? Well, it's true, I do. And it means I get to go to things like Belinda Carlisle working it for the gays. Unfortunately I have some information indicating that Bel C might have concocted a setlist drawn mainly from her new Frenchy album, which Jess Ausculture patiently explained to me, is 'pants'. Accordingly, I'm concerned I won't get what I require from this experience. Basically:

What I want:

* 'Runaway horses'!
* 'La luna'!
* 'Leave a light on'!
* A sped up version of 'Heaven is a place on earth' full of vocoder and a whooshing noise just prior to each chorus as per the following lovely example:


*jabs finger wildly at the above* Wasn't that good! Answer = 'yes'.

What I do not want:

* The Frenchy material!
* Any form of live band!

Isn't it just PEACHY that I can view this kind of thing all the TIME now. To think how excited I would be in Australia when an Idol reject would play at the Market. Here, gays get proper stars doing their level best to entertain them! Why, in March someone has seen fit to place Hilary Duff on the G-A-Y stage! Also, I believe next week All Saints are on! (And I am telling you, I'm not going.)