Dressing for a hot date, a woman pulls on sheer black stockings to the sound of Billy Paul’s Me and Mrs Jones. Shouldn’t that be Simon and Garfunkel’s Mrs. Robinson? The opening shot of ‘The Rendezvous’ could be a scene from The Graduate. But this is Middle England’s favourite clothiers so, rather than sex-on-legs cougar Anne Bancroft, what we get is that nice actress Charlotte Weston. She can’t decide what to wear nor, unfortunately, can she hear me shout at the screen, ‘Forget it! Bin it! Are you joking?’ Luckily for Charlotte, M&S operates a generous returns policy. Swap those frumsy outfits - that’s Grazia speak for frumpy and mumsy - for some cheese straws and a bottle of pink Cava, girlfriend! Mind you, as her date turns out to be a 1970s Grace Brothers’ window dummy, what she does eventually choose is spot-on. On another note, do the bods at M&S HQ have a dark sense of humour? How else to explain their choice of soundtracks to push their gear, so to speak, through the years? Itchycoo Park; Get The Party Started; Me and Mrs Jones (about a man and his addiction to smack): druggy songs all. What next? J.J.Cale's Cocaine?
Tuesday, 20 September 2011
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
Sourz Raspberry
I don’t know where they filmed this, but it bears no relation to life as I know it. At 5.55 pm, what wage slave could hope to board an underground train whose carriages are a) pristine and b) totally empty? Come Rush Hour on the Northern Line, there's barely room to breathe, let alone play pole dancer while you change out of your office suit into something more suitable for partying the night away in the most happening bar in town. Therein, lies another discrepancy: would demob-happy drone’s pedestrian puce shirt, worn over a sludge green t-shirt, and boring black nylon backpack gain him admittance to such a hip establishment? About as likely as me hitting The Ritz in a violet velours babygro and ordering Sourz Raspberry, I say.
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