Mon 10th October 2011

NoIdeaWhatHerNameIs responds to my request to dispel my ignorance thus: "You may call me Mistress, but Donna would be friendlier though."

Will there be domination in the dunes? Will the suburbs of Southport come alive with the sound of spanking?

Thinking about her photo, with her red lipstick and red dress, I'm beginning to wish we could have chosen to do something a bit dressier rather than getting togged up in wellies and a sensible coat to venture out in 45 degree rain onto a muddy beach in the shadow of a disused factory complex. But there's something erotic about edgelands, especially in the rain.

I'm not sure if the moves for The Spank (or Le Spank as Pamplemousse put it, thus demonstrating the inherent superior sexiness of the French language over the English, even where it's only the article that changes and then only slightly) were ever codified, but I'm quietly proud that I have got both these tracks on 12 inch. You have to be "quietly proud" as saying you've got a good selection of spanking-related disco music is of limited social advantage in the Philistine times in which we live.

Morris Jefferson - Spank Your Blank Blank

Pamplemousse - Le Spank

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Comment from: The Unbearable Banishment [Visitor]

At least she seems to have a sense of humor. That counts for plenty. As for the 12 inch vinyl, you’re dating yourself. Many who troll the internet would have no idea what that is.

Mon 10th October 2011 @ 11:06

Comment from: [Member]

She’s got an excellent sense of humour and I can tell she doesn’t suffer fools. Women like this are more unpredictable and fun to be with than self-consciously “nice” women. You never get anywhere with that sort. That’s why I stopped talking to the Eurocrat. It felt as though we were endlessly circling around a conversation, rather than actually having one.

If I introduce a single person to the arse-slapping funky genius that was Morris Jefferson, I will have achieved something worthwhile today.

Mon 10th October 2011 @ 11:22

Comment from: [Member]

Sorry to reply twice but I’ve been going round all day wondering what you meant by the last two sentences of your comment.

Then the penny dropped. You mean no-one will understand what is special about 12 inch vinyl. Well perhaps, but you know what’s special about it, and I’ve DJ’d with people much younger than myself who still collect and play them. The places where I dance, vinyl is everywhere, much more common than CDs. Let’s not pander to the ignorant, let’s live luxuriously, and with better sound!

Mon 10th October 2011 @ 21:07

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