Sprawled at the bottom of the garden
Speaking of the BBC…
Ceri Dupree’s decades of divas, frocks and cabaret
At the bottom of a back garden in south Wales lies something quite unexpected – a treasure trove of more than 600 dazzling stage costumes.
Weird. There’s some back garden in South Wales that has a pile of stage costumes lying there getting mildewed? Why is that more unexpected than literally anything that’s not grass or plants?
This is the home of Ceri Dupree, who for the past 42 years has been making a living impersonating some of the world’s most iconic women. His repertoire features everyone from Marilyn Monroe to Tina Turner and Queen Camilla to Shirley Bassey, with some colourful costumes costing more than £6,000.
What exactly are “iconic” women? I guess the reporter means familiar or recognizable? Because celebrity entertainer? Man dresses up as famous female entertainer; how very fascinating and not at all familiar or over-reported.
So a guy who dresses up in costumes has a bunch of costumes. Um … That may be the least unexpected thing ever in the history of ever.
Yebbut they’re at the bottom of his garden. Surely you can see the amazingness.
Wouldn’t all those costumes be easier for him to get at if they were at the top of his garden? Or maybe beside it?
You’d think.
I always wondered what garden Ricky Nelson was talking about in 1972.
twiliter, stop that while I’m drinking coffee. Not only did you make me coffee laugh, you also made me realise that after 72 years my memory is intact when I instantly began to sing it in my head! This will be my earworm for the next few days. :-(
Sorry Rev., I would suggest scrubbing the earworm out with Lola by The Kinks, but that would be mean. ;)
Memory of stuff like songs from 60 years ago remains when everything else is gone.
My home remedy for an earworm is to play Bad Moon Rising.
To be fair though, there’s not a single mention of identity, the LBGTQXYZ cmmunity, or gender in the whole article. I’m surprised the BBC was interested in him at all. He even – gasp! – comes within an inch of critisizing drag. Practically a heretic.