Donny Still Makes My Heart Go Pitter-Pat

4 Aug

I have been shocked at how her parents have neglected my niece’s education; nay, appalled. Casual conversation between the Hub and the niece revealed that she had not – I barely know how to express it; I’m overcome. Just give me a moment…the niece had reached the age of eight without ever seeing Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. It gets worse: she had never seen or heard of The Wizard Of Oz. I thought every person in the western hemisphere had seen both of those films. Several times. At least. Though if it was averaged out, there’s probably some Scrooge in Stockport (naming no Hub names) who has only seen each film once and an enlightened wife in the same general area who has seen them 732 times and needs to replace her worn-out videos with brand-spanking new dvds if anyone’s listening.

The Hub and I huddled together and conspired to fix the deficit. It’s too late for the poor nephew; once you turn thirteen that’s it: musicals are seriously un-cool, as is saying the phrase ‘seriously un-cool’; but the niece is young enough not to be seriously impaired by her lack of musical knowledge, and we have had three girly nights in a row making good on parental neglect: The Wizard Of Oz to set the bar, followed by Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. One film starts with a death and a celebratory song and has a child go off with three strange men; the other has the scariest nose in the ugliest suit I have ever seen and is guaranteed to give her nightmares about taking sweets from strangers, as well as making her think that offing the missus can be jolly good fun. I can’t believe she has never seen them.

I followed it up with The Sound Of Music – singing and Nazis; I might has well have put on Cabaret, old chum. She enjoyed them all but my stocks were running low because so many musicals are not suitable for eight year olds. I’m beginning to think that no musicals are suitable for eight year olds. Moulin Rouge – prostitutes and TB. Chicago – adultery, murder, miscarriages of justice. Even the seemingly innocuous early musicals are seething masses of misery: ‘Seven Brides For Seven Brothers – kidnap, domestic slavery and liars, anyone?

Fortunately, she missed nasty undercurrents such as Dorothy the Opium Eater because she was too busy plastering me in make-up and seventeen colours of nail polish. When she gets her first Academy Award (TrademarkCopyrightLegalBlahBlahBlah) she had better thank her Auntie Tilly for starting her on the road to success (but leave out the bit about how she covered me in so many layers of foundation, when I stood up my face was too heavy for my body and I fell head-first into the carpet, undoing all her good work).

Tonight I put on Joseph but she got bored with it and cleared off, leaving Donny and me alone. I was relieved: Donny Osmond is the only heart throb of my early years who still makes me weak at the knees (so long as I don’t see him in flares; flares make me nauseous). He is the only famous person who, if I ever meet him, will have to wipe the drool from chin. I hope for his sake he never meets me. However, I carry a spare pack of hankies on the off-chance. I’m not one to spit in the face of fate. Here he is, doing what he does best:

6 Responses to “Donny Still Makes My Heart Go Pitter-Pat”

  1. rebecca August 5, 2010 at 02:38 #

    Absolutely love Donny. His dancing with the stars win was number one in my book. I have seen him up and close, almost last year in Vegas, but many decades ago in Utah when they were filming the Donny and Marie Show, 1978. He was a hearthrob then and still holds the hearts of his females fans.


  2. rebecca August 5, 2010 at 02:41 #

    By the way, you can follow donny on twitter and


  3. vivinfrance August 5, 2010 at 07:47 #

    Ah, those memories. Wot no Cats? My grandson (8) can sing every number from Cats and Mamma Mia. I’m glad you’re taking your auntly responsibilities seriously.


  4. musings August 5, 2010 at 07:50 #

    Gosh! It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen Donny. He used to live in Illinois when we were living in Chicago. I never did get to see Joseph and I regret it now. I loved seeing this video. Thanks for sharing it.


  5. flo August 5, 2010 at 10:47 #

    Tilly! You are also depriving your niece of ‘On the town’, ‘Singing in the rain’ and ‘Annie’. Hold your ,heavily made up, head in shame!


  6. Frank August 9, 2010 at 12:01 #

    You know I am a philistine at heart, so you will not be surprised to hear that I have never seen The Wizard of Oz either. I have a vague recollection that I may have seen Chitty Chitty Bang Bang but I wouldn’t want to bet on that either way. If you want to let her watch a musical that is unsuitable for an eight year old you should get Les Miserables. It contains sex, prostitution, illegitimacy, theft, civil insurrection, murder and suicide all in one package. Definitely a good one for traumatizing the little ones.

    Hugs and things.



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