More hits followed including Biljo (1969), Everybody Go Home the Party’s Over (1970) and Lady Love Bug (1971). These brought her appearances on Top of the Pops. “I’d be in those BBC corridors and I’d meet the Rolling Stones and Fleetwood Mac and Jethro Tull. I’d be there chatting away with Mick Jagger,” she said. “I always found him a bit stupid, actually.”
I liked Clodagh. Not as winsome as Dana, but still a good voice. I thought she was robbed of that Eurovision title.
I can still remember the stunning disappointment when I saw her on the TV. In my tender prepubescent youth I assumed all women with beautiful voices would be like Grace Slick, beautiful to look at too…
Otto,
I thought Jack in the Box was naff even by Eurovision standards. The winner that year was pretty decent.
The real daylight robbery occurred in the previous year when the lovely and talented Mary Hopkin only finished second* behind Dana’s “All kinds of everything”. Your word winsome absolutely sums it up.
* trivia buffs will know that the fourth place finisher that year was a Spanish bloke called Julio Iglesias. In racing parlance that’s pretty strong form.
‘Mick Jagger,” she said. “I always found him a bit stupid, actually.”’
But Jagger came out with the only pronouncement from a pop star that I’ve ever thought worth repeating, viz
“It wasn’t the sixties that changed everything it was the twenties.”
Few historians come out with anything as good as that.
Wasn’t there a mention of a Clodagh Rogers’ Cycling Holiday in a Monty Python episode? (Possibly the ‘No-one expects the Spanish Inquisition’ one). I wonder what insider knowledge (if any) lay behind that.
That’s in the Obit. She thought it was a hoot.
My other half always referred to her as “chicken legs” for reasons known only to herself and her friend Smiffy.
Grist: The wartime generation felt the same about Vera Lynn, apparently. I think for GenX it would be Tracy Thorn out of Everything but the Girl.
I remember watching the Cycling Clodagh episode of Monty Python at the time and not getting the point At All. I guess I should look it up on the Tubes of You and see whether it’s gotten funnier since then?
llater,
llamas
dearieme: do you know James Laver’s “Ladies of 1926”?
Mother’s advice, and Father’s fears,
Alike are voted—just a bore.
There’s Negro music in our ears,
The world is one huge dancing floor.
We mean to tread the Primrose Path,
In spite of Mr. Joynson-Hicks.
We’re People of the Aftermath,
We’re girls of 1926.
In greedy haste, on pleasure bent,
We have no time to think, or feel.
What need is there for sentiment
Now we’ve invented Sex Appeal?
We’ve silken legs and scarlet lips,
We’re young and hungry, wild and free,
Our waists are round about the hips
Our skirts are well above the knee
We’ve boyish busts and Eton crops,
We quiver to the saxophone.
Come, dance before the music stops,
And who can bear to be alone?
So drink your gin, or sniff your snow,
For Youth is brief, and Love has wings,
And time will tarnish, ere we know,
The brightness of the Bright Young Things.
Come all you birds
And sing a roundelay
Now Mrs Meyrick’s
Out of Holloway
“I’d be there chatting away with Mick Jagger,” she said. “I always found him a bit stupid, actually.””
Jagger mouthed off that he had the “best rock and roll band in the World” but what really sticks in my craw is that he did.
Thanks, Stephen, I didn’t know it. I can remember my parents talking about the Bright Young Things. I suspect that they and their pals considered themselves the rural equivalent, if a few years later.