To be honest, given the mad - literally mad! - slaughter of a lady MP yesterday, plus a wretchedly sad event fairly close to home, I had intended to try and grapple with the subject of death this morning. As I mulled the subject over it became clear that I had nothing original to say on the subject and decided it was best left alone.
Instead, I turned to the Daily Mail and their weekly book review which featured a book called "The Girl in the Spotty Dress" and an iconic photograph from 1951 which I reproduce below of two girls posing at Blackpool beach:
This photo was taken four years before Marilyn Monroe's famous picture taken with her standing over an underground grating. It caused a minor sensation in England, the 1950s being a notoriously prim and proper age, and was much, er, salivated over by pubescent boys, er, like me!
The girl in the spotty dress was a lady called Pat Stewart who, I am delighted to say, is still alive at the good age of 82. The picture caused a furore because it isn't entirely clear whether or not naughty Miss Stewart was wearing any knickers - SHLOCK-HORROR! In fact, she was wearing a one-piece bathing suit under the dress but the dark triangle was not entirely clear and the imaginations of all those pubescent boys were sent flying.
The review of her memoir makes interesting reading. The daughter of working class parents, Dad was a coal-miner, but Mum spotted her potential as a dancer and made every effort to get her training. Eventually she moved to London where she worked with the famous Tiller girls, Morecombe and Wise, the Beverly Sisters and other big stars of the period. She married a comedian and enjoyed a happy life. Alas, her early dancing efforts eventually caught up with her when her hips began to crumble in old age. As The Mail reports:
The high-kicking career took its toll on her bones, and both her hips disintegrated. Calling a surgery advice line, she gave her name and was delighted when the man on the line exclaimed: ‘I know who you are! You’re the girl in the spotty dress!’
Here she is today, still looking elegant and cheerful. I tell you it's true, 'there's no business like show business'!
Learn from the mistakes of others, DD. Give up that high kicking now, while there is still time.
Posted by: Whyaxye | Friday, 17 June 2016 at 11:41
Nice pair of pins.
Posted by: AussieD | Friday, 17 June 2016 at 12:18
I can't quite picture David wearing "that" style dress.
Posted by: Whitewall | Friday, 17 June 2016 at 12:57
I can't even manage a waltz!
Posted by: David Duff | Friday, 17 June 2016 at 13:48
You've shown wisdom in the choice of subject, David. At this point you're unlikely to be as original as Joseph Smith, Mary Baker Eddy or L. Ron Hubbard.
Posted by: Bob | Friday, 17 June 2016 at 15:55
I doubt, Bob, that anyone can be original on the subject of death because no one knows the essence of it, only the symptoms.
Posted by: David Duff | Friday, 17 June 2016 at 16:53
Epicurus made a good case. In his letter to Menoeceus he wrote, "Death ... is nothing to us, seeing that, when we are, death is not come, and, when death is come, we are not. It is nothing, then, either to the living or to the dead, for with the living it is not and the dead exist no longer. Most people prefer lots of embellishment, however.
Posted by: Bob | Friday, 17 June 2016 at 20:27
Old Will put it rather more succinctly, "To be or not to be, that is the question".
Posted by: David Duff | Friday, 17 June 2016 at 21:13
Well I intend to "be" for the immediate future and that's all I can manage right now.
Lovely story DD.
Keep up the good work.
Posted by: Andra | Friday, 17 June 2016 at 21:21
I'll do my best, Andra.
Posted by: David Duff | Friday, 17 June 2016 at 21:25
Thanks David. I think we needed a bit of cheering up.
Posted by: Timbo | Friday, 17 June 2016 at 21:50