(Photos from catwalking.com)

Wonderful wonderful.

That digested… to the studio! Tonight it’s backing vocals for a song that we loved, then we hated, then we remixed, then we re-remixed, and now we love again. All will be revealed, Bimlets, all will be revealed : )

I was sent a couple of awesome little thingies today that I thought you lot would like.

UNO.

Dear Karin Andersson (of Fever Ray/The Knife), you’re weird.

This is Karin accepting an award in Sweden. I just want to warn you, this is really, really bizarre.

Big ups to the Swedes in the front row having a giggle at it.

DOS.

Aw! I just love dem little birdies! Rock out.

It’s a sound-scape installation by artist Céleste Boursier-Mougenot at the Barbican from Feb 27th until May 23rd. Oh, random and engaging nuggets of creativity, how I adore you.

Hello, little dude!

TRES.

Man. I can’t even TELL you how much I need these leggings to be hugging my thighs right now. They’ve been on the radar for a while now. I want my legs in them BAD.

“Dear Alexander McQueen. Please can I have your delicious leggings as a gift? I will maybe write you a song or at least dedicate a song in the set to the glory that is, said delicious leggings. Yours with lust, Rebecca”

FOUR. Oh, hang on. I was doing a Spanish thing, wasn’t I? QUATRO.

I FINALLY bought myself a mic today. Woot. It’s all shiny and nice. And means when I turn up to stinky little venues, I don’t have to use their funny old mic that smells like todge. (For the record, I love stinky little venues – they rock socks. I just hate mics that smell like an ass.)

Love you Bimlets, we love chatting on Facebook, so come over and say Hi : )

xxxxx

Right at the opposite scale of Brian-From-The-Last-Post Passivity -> Slutty Provocativeness sits Mam’selle Gaga. The nut job.

Here’s her latest proffering to the grand and over-dressed world of Camp-Pop-Dance (genre-mash-chic). I’ve decided the run-down I gave Madge’s last single was pretty concise and got the job done pretty ace. So I’m doing similar for Gaga. As she’s arguably the newer model Q-o-P* Go her.

So you decide. Bad Ra-ra-ra-romance is:

1. A dystopian (get your literary terms out) look at the negative effects of overly sexy undies and metal-jawed alpha-males
2. Sexy dancing
3. Product placement. (Oh, alright Nemiroff!)
4. Yet more conclusive evidence that Gaga is part of the illuminati.

Whatever your conclusion, I’m sure you will agree that it is so extremely super cool that you will erupt in joyous robotic dancing. Maybe.

Yes sir.

You are all nice. Love Bim x

*Queen of Pop. Get your acronyms, now.

PS – Did you cop a load of those crazy ballet boot type shoo-shoos in the vid? Oh my life. Nice one, McQ

Tim: “It looks like CG but in real life…. Sometimes I wish I were I girl.”