Hello Pupils,

today we do not discuss the truth in Charlene’s power ballad “I’ve Never Been To Me”, one of our favourite songs to burst out into. It’s also one of the few songs in which we tolerate the use of “Lady”.

"Hey lady, you lady
cursing at your life
you're a discontented mother
and a regimented wife
I have no doubt
you dream about the things you never do
but I wish someone had talked to me like I wanna talk to you

Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
Took the hand of a preacher man
and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces
Because I had to be free
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...

Please lady please lady
don't just walk away
Cause I have this need to tell you
why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me
still living in your eyes
won't you share a part
of a weary heart that has lived a million lives

Oh, I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
when I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo
and showed them what I've got
I've been undressed by kings
and I've seen some things that a woman ain't s'pose to see
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...

Hey, you know what paradise is?
It's a lie
a fantasy we created about people and places
as we like them to be
but you know what truth is?
it's that little baby you're holding
and it's that man you fought with this morning
the same one you are gonna make love to tonight
that's truth that's love

Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children
that might have made me complete
but I, I took the sweet life
I never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I spent my life exploring
the subtle whoring
that costs too much to be free
hey lady I've been to paradise
but I've never been to me...

I've been to paradise but I've never been to me..."

Hello Pupils!

Today we do not discuss the heartwrenching story of “Moulty” by The Barbarians, a gleaming example of true comradeship, if there ever was one. Except for Rick Allen’s career of course.

” I remember the days when
Things were real bad for me
It was right after my accident
When I lost my hand

It seemed like I was all alone
With nobody to help me
You know, I almost gave up
All my hopes and dreams

But then, then, then something
Inside me kept telling me
Way down inside of me
Over and over again
To keep going on, yeah, on

Moulty

Don’t turn away
(You’re gonna make it, baby)
Don’t turn away
(Ah, try to make it, baby)
Don’t turn away

Things are better for me now
Cause I found that I love music
So I learned to play the drums
And got myself a band and now
We’re starting to make it

And if you can make it
At something you love
Wow, you got it all

So I’m saying this to all of you
All of you who think you’ll never make it
All of you guys and girls
Cause you think you’re so bad off

Or maybe you think you’re
A little different or strange
So listen to me now
Cause I’ve lived through it all

Moulty

Don’t turn away
(You gotta keep on trying)
Don’t turn away
(Well, don’t you give up, baby)
Don’t turn away

Now there’s just one thing that I need
Not sympathy and I don’t want no pity
But a girl, a real girl
One that really loves me

And then I’ll be the complete man
So I’m gonna tell you right now, listen

Don’t turn away (you gotta, baby)
Don’t turn away (you gotta keep on trying)
Don’t turn away, don’t turn away”

Rollerskating came a long way. Actually the concept is ancient, as proven by Hollywood in westerns, sports movies, and psychedelic musicals. Of course skating just became really interesting when it reached the Disco context. And it became truly frightening when Lloyd Webber jumped the bandwagon, but that’s another story. New York had the clampdown on some classic venues, so they kept on doing their thing in the parks. In Manchester, they are improving on the moves, slowly. Our beloved friends from Japan produced the according robots. There is a cheap TV cash-in. Wonder women. Hip Hop, you name it. Get yourself some stylish gear and hit it. You can trust us, we are the Torvill & Dean of the rinks…

It’s not that we’re generally discontent with the current state of nightlife affairs, but take a look at Allan Tannenbaum’s marvellous pictures, and tell us all is well…

Halston, Gucci, Fiorucci!

This interview is a bit dated. And it is in German. But we know 10 people of the top of our head that will love to read the “Espressoleinchen” bit.

Ugly.

we hate jokes…even this starts only to get funny at around 1:51 …get your hands together for Mr. Frank Caliendo (That is spanish or italian and means hot) and check his GW Bush (from 1:51).

Sensational: Japanese Scientists develop equipment sensitive to fragances for movies theatres.
Even more sensational: It also applies to the internet.
Less sensational: The concept dates back to the 50′s, and it flopped.

In case you wonder about us: we smell like honey, darlings…

We know you tired of relaxing your aching urban self with deceiving substances and silly techniques from the Far East when you could have watched some movies about Brits roaming La Bella Italia instead. We always do, and we have a good sleep and a deep understanding of culture on top.

Let us give you some ultrabueno recommendations:

- A Room With A View
- Where Angels Fear to Tread
- Tea With Mussolini
- Up At The Villa
- Enchanted April
- The Wings Of A Dove

Dearest readers,- We found a box of this paper at the back of a bureau so we must write to you as we are mourning for our lost innocence. It never looked like living. The doctors despaired of it from the start.

We are not idle. In fact we are very busy with things that we can’t tell you about en detail. We just can’t. Therefore we appreciate people that do smart things. Like setting up a site like Interviewing Hollywood
You may ask yourself: is it really worth my precious time? Of course it is. Just do the test with the page on undisputed genius Crispin Glover, and we mean genius.