Let's be Swinging 'Sixties London!

& I have a hit theme tune, almost as square as I am.

I'm Mick Jagger's posh schoolboy accent. He's tried to shake me off by hanging around the East end and learning to mimic people who aren't pretentious little upper class brats. But he'll always be a Tory.

I don't think Mick Jagger was ever posh. Maybe in comparison to YOU, gurl.

Typical Brit with class issues.

I'm Paris - trying to keep up.

....

I'm a creepy newsreel cameraman photographing girls' legs.

I'm Colin Campbell from Leather Boys. Nobody remembers me!

Im the oh so natural eye makeup of the era.

I'm Mary Quant.

I'm not very interesting, but they keep interviewing me.

I'm a 1964 Mini Cooper!

I am Granny Takes a Trip. I specialize in seizure triggering fashions.

Im the moped. Somehow me being over equipped with headlights and mirrors became a thing.

I'm yet another American financed film with a Big Ben intro.

I'm a gassy burger

I'm a 'switched-on gear contest'.

I'm the little shop that turned Carnaby Street into a fashion destination in 1966.

We're the winners of the 'switched-on gear contest'.

We won almost £2000 each in today's money, for looking looking like freaks at a film premiere.

I'm Cher in a Union Jack Mini Moke.

I forgot to smile.

I'm "Blue Lena," Keith Richard's indestructable Bentley

I'm Jean Shrimpton. Within the year I will change the way you do your hair and makeup. I am the original. Twiggy will come along in a little while, but she'll look like a circus clown.

I'm Patty Boyd on the cover of 'Birds Of Britain' book.

I'm the Colherne darling. Before my blacked-out window, leather phase in the 70s.

The winner & the loser, 1966

I'm Tara Guinness. Anyone remember me?

I'm a swinging TV commercial for cider (of all things).

I'm a mini skirt

R26 >

I'm tears going by.

I'm Brian Jones at the bottom of the pool.

I'm Petula Clark trying to find something that I can take my kids to and not scar them for life.

I'm still wearing my fab 50's trolling modes from Dale!

Jealous much, drab bitches?

I'm Dusty Springfield trying to score with all the dollies who told Anthony Newley to sod off.

I'm a ferry crossing the Mersey.

Since when was the Mersey in London?

Just a reference to the song, R34. Nothing to get all butthurt about.

I'm Patty Boyd's sister, model Jenny Boyd. Patty got George Harrison and Clapton, I had to make do with Mick Fleetwood. Donovan wrote "Jennifer Juniper" about me.

Finally I said fuck it and became a clinical psychologist instead.

I'm LSD. I made it all possible.

[quote]Just a reference to the song, [R34]. Nothing to get all butthurt about.

I'm not butthurt.

Not about this, anyway.

I'm Lulu -- waiting 50 years for that damn champagne from Eddy.

I'm America.

Swinging London's a nice distraction from the heavy shit that's going on at home right now - so we're pumping it right up.

We'll dump the whole thing by 1970 & then you can try making those shitty films without our money.

Swinging London America-style >

I'm Brian Epstein throwing my smegma-free cock around to any young, musically inclined lad who wants to be the next John Lennon.

I'm Lionel Bart watching other people make money off of the stage and screen versions of [italic]Oliver![/italic] while a bunch of American pikers get rich off writing Music Hall pastiches.

I'm Swinging London.

This thread is not going how I hoped it would.

THIS is how I want to be remembered >>

I'm the last train to Clarksville

I'm Princess Margaret, the Queen's sister fucking every rock star I invite to Kensington Palace for "dinner".

I'm Lucy! I'm desperate to be hip!

I'm the iconic red "double-decker" bus, which seems so exotic to people in the US, where public transport has never been a priority.

WE ARE MODS.

WE ARE MODS.

WE ARE MODS.

I'm these guys dancing while The Yardbirds perform.

I'm Roger Miller visiting from America and taking notes for a song about it. How many L's are there in "pendulum"?

I'm a girl dancing on a platform

I'm Eric Clapton copying Jimi Hendrix's hairstyle.

We're the Redgrave sisters, one of us is sexy and one of us, well, needs to lay off the bangers and mash. We'll never be this hip again.

Just sod off, Roger r51 !

You were never that hip to begin with, R54.

I'm the groovy 1969 fashion for men's fur coats.

I'm all dressed up on Carnaby Street.

I'm the Mini car.

All the famous gurls of 60s London drive me.

I'm the hippy look.

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[quote]The winner & the loser, 1966

Except that year the loser actually gave an Oscar-worthy performance but already "won" last year despite the best performance of that year not being nominated.

Blimey, let's try this again. I'm these guys dancing while The Yardbirds perform.

I'm Julie. No one could resist my beauty (especially Warren) and I'm an icon of the era

I'm Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II looking at all this with amusement and bewilderment and hoping Charles finds someone nice for his consort.

Pull the other one, Betty r65

...I am the fairest, of them all.

I'm the Jag-you-are in R67's post

[quote]Blimey, let's try this again. I'm these guys dancing while The Yardbirds perform.

I'm glad you bothered, R63.

[quote]...I am the fairest, of them all.

Um...second to me, gurl.

I'm Sharon, Roman & Mia at Mr. Chow

I'm Ray Davies aptly using the names Terry and Julie in 'Waterloo Sunset' to evoke an era forever.

We're just three gurls - at the premiere for Born Free.

With all due respect, A.M. R70..no less an entity than Enzo Ferrari proclaimed the E-type Jaguar the most beautiful car in the world.

Steve McQueen, with my predecessor, the D-type.

Have you seen the Lady fair?

She comes in COLORS!

[quote]I'm Ray Davies aptly using the names Terry and Julie in 'Waterloo Sunset' to evoke an era forever.

I'm Terry, [bold]Ray Davies's nephew[/bold] who he was singing about - NOT Terence Stamp, as Terence Stamp has claimed.

I am Terence Stamp, shagging all the lovely birds in sight--Julie, Jean, Brigitte, Monica, etc. What a lucky bloke am I.

I'm Joanna Lumley before Patsy Stone left her beehived mark on me.

I'm the psychedelic mural on The Beatles shop on Baker Street.

The SQUARES of London will force them to paint me out in white paint.

I'm Lola, the drag queen in Ray Davies' song.

Can it really be fifty years ago?

We're The Fool.

& we designed the mural on The Beatles Shop and many of the clothes inside.

We inspired The Fool On The Hill.

I'm young Diana Spencer, gazing with scorn and pity on the Royal Family and wondering what hapless fool will end up marrying the ugly Charles.

I'm a motorist on Abbey Road wondering when the bloody Beatles will be done with their bloody album cover shoot. The traffic behind them is backed up for miles and I'm almost out of petrol.

I'm the hand above Paul's head on the Sgt Pepper album cover said to be one of the signs indicating that he was really dead and had been replaced by a lookalike.

I'm Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, and I'm here to make a fool of everyone.

I'm the pictures of Tara Brown's wrecked Lotus that are offered up as proof that Paul was dead.

I'm the Beatles song Helter Skelter. I don't know it yet but I will ultimately end the Peace and Love era.

We're the Kray Brothers, smartly dressed psychopathic East End gangsters, but also very much part of cafe society what with our friends such as Lord Boothby, Barbara Windsor and Judy Garland, and our images captured forever by David Bailey.

[quote] I'm the Beatles song Helter Skelter. I don't know it yet but I will ultimately end the Peace and Love era.

I'm Charles Manson, using that song as an excuse to spark a race war and to project my racist attitudes about blacks onto whites. If it hadn't been for me, The Beatles might not have broken up, Angela Lansbury might not have left the US and might have been able to do [italic]Mame[/italic] on screen (and the future of movie musicals after that would be a much brighter one), and someone other than Donald Trump might be President today.

[quote] If it hadn't been for me, The Beatles might not have broken up..

That was Yoko Manson, R90

I'm Pickles, who found the stolen World Cup in 1966.

I'm Yoko's sister trying to break up The Monkees.

I am I Was Lord Kitchener's Valet, selling surplus Victorian army uniforms to all the pop music groups.

I'm that XK-E Jag being kicked and pummeled with a crowbar by the side of the road because, once again, it's broken down. I will be replaced by an MG-B which will be an even worse disaster.

I'm BIBA Bitches!

We're the generation before this one that lived through the Blitz and the evacuations. For this we beat the Jerries?

I am the shillings, half-pennies, florins, groats, sixpences, and half-crowns that drove tourists mad trying to figure out a non-decimal currency.

I'm Tommy Steele trying to make a go of a Hollywood career, but three films later and it's right back to England for me.

I'm Rita Tushingham. Somehow I've become a huge star!

I'm the Bonzo song Cool Britannia - I'll be used as the catchphrase for the awful pale imitation 1990s revival of swinging London.

I'm the long hair and bangs hairstyle that all the celebrity British "birds" wore, making them virtually indistinguishable from one another.

I'm Alan Bates from "A Kind of Loving." Nobody knows I'm gay. Except for John Schlesinger of course.

I'm Marianne Faithfull, droning through my one boring hit song "As Tears Go By."

I'm a block of council flats going ker-plop.

I'm New York - I'll take over when the 70s arrive.

(& Swinging London will be yesterday's papers)

[quote]I'm Alan Bates from "A Kind of Loving." Nobody knows I'm gay. Except for John Schlesinger of course.

& Peter Wyngarde, my dear.

I'm Vanessa Redgrave's tits.

I'm OP art

I'm Mike Myers synthesizing all the tropes and clichés of this scene with 1990s cynicism and sanctimoniousness to create the [italic]Austin Powers[/italic] movies.

We're black and we're American and we're the real SOUND of Swinging London.

The 'IN' crowd dig us the most.

even though you can't see us.

I am Rome, desperately trying to cling on to relevancy as [italic]la dolce vita romana[/italic] gives way to Swinging London.

I'm 2017 - we don't have trendy cities anymore.

I'm Talitha. That's my husband Paul Getty. We party hard in Cheyne Walk. It's 1966. I've got five more years.

I'm Judy. I've come here to die in the loo.

I am pop songbird Cilla Black, scoring hit after hit with "Anyone Who Had a Heart," "You're My World," "Alfie," etc., catapulting me to beloved national treasure.

I'm Tangier.

I'm where the queers of Swinging London escape to for easy promiscuous sex.

talking of which, I'm Joe Orton the most fashionable new playwright of '60s London receiving my best play award for 1966.

I have only a few months left to live.

I'm THIS >

R78 I'm Amanda Lear celebrating my 10th (thanks Dr.Burou from Casablanca) year as post-op with George and John.

I'm the sound of '69

I'm Quentin Crisp, it's 1968 & I've just written my autobiography.

I have no idea how much it will change my life.

I'm the ubiquitous pot of Yardley lip gloss in every bird's purse.

Lipstick be gone! I am the new look,

I'm Jimi Hendrix. Swinging London loves me and makes me a star. I'm a genius guitarist, a fashion plate and a sex symbol but I'm so addicted to drugs that I takes handfuls of pills at one time. After a night out I return to the flat with the dumb bimbo I've been spending time with and take half a dozen tablets of her prescription sleeping medication, a powerful German sedative called Vesparax. She takes a tablet herself and zonks out. Later that night I regurgitate the food and wine in my stomach but can't expel it, have been totally knocked out by taking almost twenty times the recommended dose of Vesparax for a man of my frame and weight. It aspirates into my lungs and I choke to death on my own vomit. After an ambulance is finally called the next day, I am found in the flat, alone, lying on the bed with my face covered in vomit. Swinging London...it swung like a noose.

I'm Michael Caine, cunts. I made British cinema swing. If it wasn't for me, you Septics would only know dreary David Lean slop and bloody Merchant-Ivory angst-at-Eton tosh.

R121, I hadn't heard of her and just read quite a bit about her and her coterie due to your post. Quite interesting.

Merv Griffin in London

[quote]I'm Michael Caine, cunts. I made British cinema swing. If it wasn't for me, you Septics would only know dreary David Lean slop and bloody Merchant-Ivory angst-at-Eton tosh.

Nonsense.

You were one of the dreariest faces of Swinging London.

& what's Merchant Ivory got to do with the 60s?

& there were tons of great films made in the 60s London and you weren't in any of them - except for The Ipcress file.

I'm Anne Bancroft in The Pumpkin Eater.

My English accent is PERFECT.

I'm Bunny Lake.

I'm missing.

[quote]& what's Merchant Ivory got to do with the 60s?

They've been making films since the 1960s.

We're the Touchables.

I'm The Sunday Times Magazine, both creating and riding the wave of 60s optimism with plentiful features on chic dolly birds, flower power and classlessness, separated by Habitat ads, but I also disturb the stripped pine kitchen table Sunday breakfasts of my aspirational readers by including brutal images from Vietnam and Biafra.

I'm Miss Dionne Warwick, FUMING over those English bitches stealing all my Burt Bacharach/Hal David songs!

I'm the rest of the UK, wondering just when we're going to get our "moment"...

we're funny faces...hey, hey, hey...

I'm kinky

I'm Noddy - flogging Ricicles.

I'm a very friendly lion called Parsley...

please don't talk to me too harshly.

I'm The Cromwellian Club

(this one's worth clicking on - DON"T MISS OUT!)

I'm Dusty Springfield. I hosted a show of Motown acts when they came to London. Wanting to sing duet with one of them, I chose no other than Martha Reeves, despite Berry Gordy's insistence that I pick Diana Ross. Even though Diana became the bigger star, Martha was the bigger talent, and she became my friend for the rest of my life. And obviously, my duet with her holds up perfectly well some fifty years later.

I'm Lucille Ball. Not only did I turn London upside-down during my visit, but I was able to dress "Mod" and look like a 25-year-old while doing so!

It's so bizarre that Lucy in London.

Almost as odd as Batman in London - except they called it Foggy Londinium.

I'm Simon Smith

& I'm Simon Dee

I'm Mama Cass - in London!

We're The Mamas & Papas & Scott Mackenzie - in London!

I'm Bobby Gentrie - in London

I'm Bunny Roger. I invented Capri pants. Who pray, are YOU?

Who is YOU, gurl?

I am Peter Hinwood. Years before Rocky Horror makes me an object of desire, I am already.

We're Mr & Mrs Clark & Percy

I'm Suki Poitier & friends

I'm Linda Eastman & I've just arrived in London -

I'm Nico, Marchioness of Londonderry. I'm not going to suicide quite yet. I possess green eyes, blond hair, and a king's ransom in jewels, include some from the tsar in fell in kove with a previous namesake. My husband and I are the It couple. Our London pad, Londonderry House, stretches an entire city block. The ballroom is lined with statues by Canova. Shall I invite you to a ball there with Mr Jagger? Amuse me, and THEN perhaps we'll see.

I was in my mid-teens. I'd have given anything to live in London then. Indeed, it's only been recently that I've realized no can do.

But at least I visited about 10 times!

I am the 5th Earl of Litchfield. I am considered a dandy and quite the ladies man. Although I have no talent for it, I'm thinking of becoming a photographer. It would be amusing, don't you think?

I'm an earl and photographer too! But I've got the gift. Would you like a nice fuck, Ducks? I fuck anything attractive on two legs. Including the Queen's sister. Yes Ducks, it's big.

I'm the Punk Rock movement, just waiting to pounce after this poncey shite dies down, yeah?

I am Michael York. I am the British star every gay man pines for. I'm very good at conveying withholding. Curiously, film makers keep putting me in sexually ambiguous roles.

I'm Sandie Shaw, bitches, and I kept the Sixties Swinging by winning Eurovision with 'Puppet On A String' in '67.

I'm one of the nancy boys chatting in Polari.

All you omi polones are utterly naff!

Could someone start a "Chris, I have something heavy to tell you ... about Y&R." Part II?

I'm Verushka and the other dolly bird models photographed by David Hemmings in the defining Swinging Sixties cult movie, BLOWUP, by culty Italian maestro Antonioni. Terence Stamp had been promised the part and is still miffed about it, it transformed Hemmings from a bit part actor to icon of the era. and it looks even better now on bluray,

I'm DJ Jimmy Savile, to be glimpsed in the clip @ R141. I claim credit for inventing the discotheque, and will continue to dress like a clown for decades until I die.

I also have my own particular take on 'free love', practising it without limit where and when I choose, consent being irrelevant to me (I'm famous), 'free love' meaning only that I don't charge.

Again, I will continue like this until I die, happily aware that only an era such as the Swinging Sixties would have permitted someone like me to exploit the times so totally, and continue thus till the end.

[quote]it transformed Hemmings from a bit part actor to icon of the era. and it looks even better now on bluray,

Did you get your copy in the end? You were talking about it a few weeks ago. Do you ever STOP talking about it?

R67, I have all my life lusted for you. In yellow.

Modesty Blaise - the ultimate 60s caper, with 3 cult figures: Dirk being camp, Monica and Terry being glamorous. Its a riot.

Yes, r81. My high school Class of '67 is having its 50th reunion this year.

We love SMASHING TIME too, so funny

I am HRH Princess Margaret, and yes, I am fabulous. The next few decades are going to be MY time to shine. And I care not what they may say about me, bitches.

I'm Cathy McGowan with Lulu (backstage at Ready Steady Go).

[quote]Modesty Blaise - the ultimate 60s caper, with 3 cult figures: Dirk being camp, Monica and Terry being glamorous. Its a riot.

No it's not, it's a fucking bore and a total failure.

I'm all the vibrant colors everywhere, in this brief moment of the Modern Era when men embraced their inner peacock, women were "birds," and British Pop music was, well, poppy.

I'm THIS >

Donald Sutherland (with Geneviève Waïte) in "Joanna" 1968

I'm backing Britain

I'm young Sean Connery modelling the new gay male fashions for cult gay Vince Man Shop, off Carnaby Street, just as London started to swing.

I'm, unbelievably, an openly gay character in a 1964 British film, called The Pleasure Girls.

That's my BF in the background.

Love that picture t r73 - Julie Christie, Ursula Andress and Catherine Deneuve at the royal film premiere. Julie was stunning then. Warren Beatty with Leslie Caron were also there, maybe this was the first time Jools and Warren met ?

& we ARE The Pleasure Girls >

[quote]Love that picture t [R73] - Julie Christie, Ursula Andress and Catherine Deneuve at the royal film premiere. Julie was stunning then. Warren Beatty with Leslie Caron were also there, maybe this was the first time Jools and Warren met ?

Yes & I think this is the first moment he clocked her.

I'm DARLING Julie Christie with gay photographer pal (Ronald Curram) and that dishy Italian waiter we both share ..... rather daring then. darlings.

Yeah yeah, Cheers. Thanks a loot.

Thuuuurrssssday.

I'm the nouvelle Garbo

Warren and Leslie always seemed an odd couple though it seems like it was a real relationship that lasted years, but she seemed like a star of the previous 1950s generation.

Love THE PLEASURE GIRLS too, and have the dvd. Young Francesca Annis was another groovy chick. Interesting gay angle in this, the gay boy seems perfectly normal and does not suffer, like the gay photographer in DARLING.

I'm King's Road in 1969

I'm Saturday night and Sunday morning.

I'm the room at the top.

I'm the look back at anger.

I'm a taste of honey.

I'm a silly swinging London photo

I'm the Magic Roundabout - I'm a very popular children's show, but apparently potheads like to watch me when high.

I'm "To Sir, with Love," Britain's contribution to the "Teacher Tames Tough Kids" film genre.

They should have paired Julie Christie and Alain Delon in their sixties prime - instead he got Marianne Faithfull in GIRL ON A MOTORBIKE (1968) and she got dull Michael Sarazzin (or was it Sarrazin) in the hopeless IN SEARCH OF GREGORY.

Dirk started the 60s the way he went on: "Because I Wanted Him" !

I'm Alfred Lynch - star of West Eleven.

(& openly gay, 60s version of - believe it or not)

"Champagne for Lulu" ?

[quote] I'm Miss Dionne Warwick, FUMING over those English bitches stealing all my Burt Bacharach/Hal David songs!

I'm Burt Bacharach using my half of the royalties to buy a horse ranch.

& this is me with Diana Dors in 'West Eleven' (a Michael Winner film everyone forgot about - but you can now buy on DVD).

Dirk and James Fox in THE SERVANT, 1963 - creepy ! and full of subtext they could not be open about then .... Sarah Miles is very vampish here too., and Losey knew how to ramp up the tension, another stunning black and white early 60s classic.

We're Randall & Hopkirk (on the right).

R125, The 1970s are, by definition, not "the Swinging 60s."

The 1970s are just the inevitable end result of everything that happened in the 1960s.

I'm Jeremy Thorpe, hoping the public doesn't find out the truth about me

[quote]Jimmy Carter, putting the McGovern Report into effect and making us all fat

The 1970s in America were (very totally different to England) and the continuation of the fun.

America grabs the baton in the 1970s >>

We're all the rock and pop stars moving to Switzerland or the United States so we can have more than 2% of our income left.

Yes I finally got WEST 11 a few years ago, fascinating now, Notting hill bedsit people in the early 60s. Dors in decline was wasted here.

Lynch co-starred with Dirk in a forgettable war flick THE PASSWORD IS COURAGE, and with young Connery in ON THE FIDDLE., but that was mainly it for the gay actor. He did have a small part in Lumet's all-star THE SEAGULL in 1968, with Vanessa, Signoret, Mason ....

Another gay actor Harry Andrews kept busy with lots of supporting characters, including the brother in ENTERTAINING MR SLOANE.

I'm Lady Jane, the first ladies fashion boutique on Carnaby Street. I caused a sensation by having live models get dressed at my shop windows. I would thereafter be THE place for mod fashion for young dollybirds like Twiggy, the Shrimp, Jane Asher, Pattie Boyd, and Penelope Tree, turning a once dodgy courtyard into ground zero for the Swinging Sixties.

I am Brigitte Macron's hairstyle, trying to bring back Swinging London do's.

I'm Miss Dee Dee Warwck, uncredited (that's the damn story of my life) at r173. I recorded Alfie in London, BEFORE Dionne. But my record company failed to put it out as an A-side stateside. Fuck them.

I'm a short clip of Kings' Road in 1968 - featured on >> its own thread!! right here on DL not so long ago >

I'm Christine Keeler. This photo of me in 1963 will bring down the Prime Minister.

I'm Catherine Deneuve in "Repulsion" . While everybody else in London was out swinging, I became a shut in and started killing in paranoid rage.

I'm Liza Minnelli. I played a couple of sellout shows at the London Palladium with Mama in 1964, which also resulted in a best selling live album. I consider that gig to be my coming out party. A year later I'd win a fucking Tony Award.

We're Julian and Sandy. We are absolutely scandalous.

I'm the poppet on the swing.

It's not strictly sixties-related, but it's a sort of stream of awesomeness related to *that* image at R212...

The Profumo Affair - the incident that made that picture possible - was an interesting and remarkably scandalous sex scandal that we Brits seem to excel at. Clinton with the cigars? Trump and his pussy-grabbing? Pshaw. We had John Profumo who got involved with Christine Keeler (the girl in the picture) and his actions brought down the UK Government. Add into that we'd already had several scandals break in the early 60s? It was cat-nip for the press. Profumo is little-spoken of in today's society, but at the time? *Wow*.

And then you have the inevitable dramatisation of the whole incident with "Scandal". The film is actually really rather good - it apparently "upset" Profumo's family (such a pity) - but it was the soundtrack that I find delightful. The lead track from the soundtrack (written by gay stalwarts The Pet Shop Boys) was performed by...none other than Dusty Springfield, for many *the* voice of UK Sixties cool. And - typically for the PSB - the lyrics say far more than what you think: it's the entire scandal distilled into nearly five minutes, sung by Springfield *effortlessly* in a tone that one could say is either sneering or sympathetic depending on how you view the video. Taken along with the film? The Profumo Affair really just exposes how sleazy and fake the "swinging Sixties" image was.

I'm young composer Andrew Lloyd Webber, in the audience to witness the "wrecked" Judy Garland in her last ever concert, joining the crowd in gleefully booing and tossing coins up onto the stage. I'll be telling this sad story for the next 50 years.

I never heard that story, R218. How sad!

I'm Tony Hatch trying to strike a balance between flower power and ring-a-ding-ding by teaching jazz- and classically-trained musicians how to play rock 'n' roll.

I've heard that story, R219. Lloyd Webber is a prime example of cuntery. He's one of the few people in this world that I'd wish death on. And, believe it or not, the Queen's a breeder. Yuck.

[quote]Did I mention I'm a cunt?

Well, right before I helped launch the reciprocal Australian Invasion of the 1970s and 1980s, I told him to his face that "I Don't Know How To Love Him," that song of his that I made a hit out of, sucked, and in my memoirs I called it "a whiny song built around a vocally awkward major sixth." It may have burned bridges with him, but if Yvonne Elliman wants it, she can have it. That at least saved me from having to do [italic]Sunset Boulevard[/italic] on tour after Pet Clark was done with it.

That's an album cover, R190! I found one in a Denver thrift store a few years ago and bought it to frame.

There are two bands featured on alternate tracks. One is called "The Good Earth". Can't remember the other (It's packed away pending an upcoming move.) My fave cut is titled "Young Man Seeks Interesting Job". The liner notes are a riot, very 60s mod.

Oh, and it's from 1968.

My diary entry for:

27th October 1969: "In the end I did nothing today... wrote a new song called 'Your Song'."

(& here's the demo!) >

"Swinging London" is a specific, ephemeral period, roughly from 1964 to 1968. By '68-'69, it seemed like all the movers and shakers had grown tired of the scene and sought fulfillment, enlightenment, and inspiration elsewhere.

Some say Swinging London really was only Spring 66 - Spring 67

1967 - & American cinema is starting to hit back!

A portend of what's to come.

On the plus side, Andy @ R218, Garland will be listened to, enjoyed and revered long long after your mainstream schlock is relegated to a dismissible footnote in histories of musical theatre. Oh, and Sondheim is a genius for the ages too, so there's another vast shadow cast across your 'work.' Enjoy your millions!

We're The Supremes. London considered us to be very lovely "negresses."

1967 - & eyes are shifting to an AMERICAN city >

OOPs try this >>

R228 = Stephen Sondheim, after having ignored the whole phenomenon despite taking 12 LSD trips

1967 and we're considered the coolest cats in Swinging London >>

I'm a foetus who missed the 1960s by a few weeks.

You know we're there!

R217 I would be interested in your thoughts/other examples regarding the sleazy feel of the times. I posted the sketch above you, in r216, that explores the concept a bit. Growing up, the swinging sixties were held up as an example of youthfulness and freedom of expression. Now it begins to seem rather desperate and immature (and consumerist). Perhaps I am getting old, or do others feel the same?

R160 You'll have to wait for the glam rock moment to pass, mate.

Oh yes, r222, I love you.

Let's try and keep this about 60s London.

Not about horrible people who found fame later on and going on about ghastly punk and shit.

I'm the rent boys who are fucking Tom Driberg and Jeremy Thorpe.

I'm the mime-tennis.

I'm a pair of groovy plastic sunglasses

You know, R242, I'd kill for those.

I'm Julie Christie on the train to London - leaving Billy and taking the British film industry with me to the capital.

[quote]You know, [R242], I'd kill for those.

But would you wear them, gurl?

R245 - why, every-fucking-where.

I'm a 60s pair of ladies Guccis.

I'm this style hat. Everyone has me!

Hi...I'm Dee

It's me, Dee - again - picking out a 45 to put on the player. What could be more 60s?

I'm a Pathé clip about Swinging London. In COLOR, even!

It's amazing that by the time of the swinging 60s in London, Queen Elizabeth had already been reigning for 15+ years and some of the kids shopping on Carnaby Street weren't even alive during the prior reign. Even more amazing, she's still the queen. It seems impossible that there could ever be a time when she's no longer the sovereign.

I think America was very generous in the way they embraced all things London and English in the 60s.

I'm Al Swearengen, before dentures

The Chelsea Drugstore

Even I went Mod for a minute!

On her way to church in Crathie, Scotland, r252. Year 1962.

Here's the link.

And still the queen!

We were into anything French when the Kennedys were in the White House. Then JFK got shot and everything was so dreary. The Beatles changed all that. I guess we were ripe for something totally different because as soon as they stepped off that Pan Am flight from London all we wanted to know about was England.

R242 = Pop Specs!!

I'm the yellow teeth in R242's post

I'm David Jones, trying to start a singing career as David Bowie.

I'm Steven Demetre Georgiou, trying to start a singing career as Cat Stevens. I will be highly successful in America, only to give it all up a decade later and return to London as Yusuf Islam.

I'm a poof, celebrating the fact that homosexuality was decriminalized!

I know you guys could not care less about them, but I have been struck throughout this thread by how pretty the girls are. Not gorgeous over the top drop dead beauty, but prettiness personified. Most are incredibly natural and their bodies are slim but soft.

I was 12 during Swinging London, but I was very much of that era as I bloomed in the late 60s. It really was its own time and the standards were so very different, but I think that the "prettiness" still holds up today.

R260, French and Italian. America's love affair with all things Italian, especially Rome, lasted from the '50s to the early '60s. Fellini, De Sica, Antonioni; Anna, Gina, Sophia, Claudia, Marcello; Hollywood films like Roman Holiday, Three Coins in a Fountain, Buona Sera, Mrs. Campbell, Rome Adventure, Light in the Piazza, The Roman Spring of Mrs. Stone, Gidget Goes to Rome, etc., I Love Lucy; Ava Gardner, the Burtons, Ingrid Bergman, David Niven holidaying in the Eternal City. But by the mid-60s, the spotlight shifted to London, and Rome suddenly seemed old-fashioned--your parents dream destination.

ART.

Wendy Craig

[quote]I have been struck throughout this thread by how pretty the girls are. Not gorgeous over the top drop dead beauty, but prettiness personified. Most are incredibly natural and their bodies are slim but soft.

Yes, I agree.

The fashions were flattering. Very feminine.

Some people say it's the fact that they were all war babies and the diet they had when they were little.

& again >

Jane Birkin

Shrimpton at The Doll's Hospital.

It was a real place.

These things were all the rage.

I've searched high and low but have never been able to find one.

In fact, I did find this on an antique website in the USA.

He wanted about £500 for it.

Considering it cost 15 shillings in 1967, I passed.

He sold it the following week.

Even the National Geographic got in on the act in June 1966

Angela Scouler

Angela had a very sad ending

everything really is perfectly simple...

Barry Evans also had a sad ending >

Former sitcom star Barry Evans drank himself to death because he could not cope with his declining fame, an inquest heard yesterday. Evans 52 was found dead on his sofa with an empty whisky bottle and a spilled container of aspirin at his side. In the weeks before his death from acute alcohol poisoning in February last year, he had been drinking a bottle of whisky every two days. His body was found to have four-and-a-half times the legal drinking limit of alcohol.

Evans found fame, in 1967, in the Cult Film: Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush. He later, landed the part of Dr Michael Upton, in the Doctor in the House series, before taking on, his best-known role, as the Teacher, in the nineteen seventies Sitcom: Mind Your Language. His friend: RSC Actor: Jimmy Gardner, who had known him, for thirty five years, told the inquest, in Leicester, that Evans, had left London, four years ago, after his acting work, had dried up.

He suffered from mood swings and depression said Mr Gardner adding "For the last four or five years in London, he had worked very little. Evans lived alone in the village of Claybrooke Magna, Leicestershire, where he worked as a taxi driver. Another friend, Lawrence Brown, told the inquest: "I got the impression he was missing the publicity of being an actor and that he'd like to get back into acting, but never really did anything about it. He used to discuss what he had done and showed me videos of his work"

Police discovered the actor's body after going to his house to tell him they had recovered his stolen car. James Leadbitter, eighteen years old, was arrested over the theft and later accused of attempted murder. He told police he was a friend of Evans and had visited him, on the day he died to say he would not be calling round again. Leadbitter said after, the actor became upset and drank half a bottle of whisky. The charge of attempted murder was later dropped.

Recording an open verdict, coroner Martin Symington said there was insufficient evidence to prove Evans had intended to kill himself. He added: "Was he perhaps contemplating taking the tablets and the alcohol together, but passed out, before he could use the tablets?"

I'm Justin de Villeneuve (real name: Nigel Jonathan Davies) and I'm a London hairdresser. I'm cute as a button and will become famous during the 60s as Twiggy's manager/boyfriend and..

I'm a paper dress.

Gurl, you is pretty!

I'm a teenage girl standing in front of a mirror trying to get the Jean Shrimpton look.

I'm Alexandra Bastedo, driving straight boys to early puberty while I'm on the tele, weekly, on 'The Champions'.

All these pics and the people in them look pretentious as shit. They seem insufferably smug and "aren't I cool?"

I don't get them being smug.

They were young and beautiful.

In London they did talk about 'The Beautiful People' - even at the time.

I'm the Mars Bar Mick Jagger ate out of Marianne Faithfull's pussy.

I was so affected by the Beatles' arrival here that, after h. s. graduation in 1967, I went on to study British Literature and Drama and then to spend a career teaching it.

The British New Wave/Angry Young Men movies, dramas, and actors of the Sixties are unsurpassed in modern times.

OMG! I'm Pet Clark. Don't forget me. I was a PLAYER.

I'm the park in Blow-up

OMG! I once went to that park to check it out. It's the back of beyond.

I came back on the Woolwich ferry.

Swinging London personified >>

I'm the beginning of a decade or more of economic despair set to a peppy song by the Tony Hatch Orchestra.

Gurl, I'm backing Britain was 1968

What's the official cut-off year anyway? In 1968 things were in full swing but not for much longer.

1967 - the financial rot was setting in

Add me to the list of people who went to Woolwich Park. I even have super 8 movies of me pretending to be Antonioni.

The scene (to use a 60s London expression) began to die in 1967. When they shut down the pirate radio stations, began drugs busting the pop stars and the devaluation of the pound.

But it sort dragged on in a lighter form until about 1973. By then it was dead as a dodo & NYC took over as the cool and creative capital of the world and that died when AIDS arrived.

Gurl/R298, you're kidding! You must put it on YouTube for all of us to see!

What city took over after the NYC scene died R299? Did it move back to Europe?

I think LA took over after New York - some time in the 80s.

But it was a pretty lame version of a swinging city. I mean, what came out of it?

One could argue that the 80s hair metal scene, Guns n Roses and LA Guns and all that, came out of the LA rock clubs on the Strip- and that whole scene influenced fashion of the time. Big hair and leather and spikes etc. Lame, yes. Short lived too, but then so was London. Or Seattle in the 90s.

We'r taking a break from swinging London to be the cast of "Dr. Zhivago," playing Russians who just happen to have strong British accents!

[quote]Or Seattle in the 90s

Yes. Right. That was a thing, wasn't it?

I don't think there's ever been such a scene as London in the 60s though.

[quote]We'r taking a break from swinging London to be the cast of "Dr. Zhivago," playing Russians who just happen to have strong British accents!

& shooting it in Madrid during a heatwave.

Marc Bolan is interesting. The would-be pop star who never quite happened, at least for Americans. Supposedly David Bowie's "Lady Stardust" is about him. Was he gay?

[quote]Marc Bolan is interesting. The would-be pop star who never quite happened, at least for Americans.

He happened BIG in England. VERY BIG.

Odd he didn't happen in the USA. Never knew that.

[quote]Was he gay?

No.

First time in London for me was 1974. Hung out with my folks and at the Sombrero Club at night. The boys were fine. I have an enduring memory of a beautiful girl with red lipstick looking at me through the rain-splattered window of a taxi.

I'm Simon Templar - The Saint.

I'm a Swinging London film - shot in Paris.

I'm not very good - but I have a great theme song.

>>>>

I'm not unusual.

I'm the trumpets on a very swinging London song

R308, T. Rex did have a big hit single in America with "Bang a Gong," but Marc Bolan himself never became a big name in America like David Bowie did, in my opinion anyway.

I'm David Bailey! Blow-Up was partially "inspired" by me!

Grace Coddington was a YUUUGE model there and then.

I never got it.

She looks nice here though >>

I'm Suki Potier. I was in the Lotus that night with Tara Browne. He died. I escaped uninjured. I moved on to Brian Jones from the Stones. He died too. Finally I married an Asian businessman, and fifteen years later I was in another car crash in Portugal. This time I died together with my husband. I was 33 years old.

OMG! Suki! I saw a photo of you just earlier!

I'm a dancer at The Scotch.

I'm model girl, Celia Hammond.

Aren't I pretty?

I'm PVC.

I am the first celebrity Barbie bitches! Mod rules!

I'm Mr Fish.

I'm FABULOUS.

I'm Patrick Lichfield - the Queen's cousin.

Society photographer & trendy.

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We are Zandra Rhodes and Sylvia Ayton, designing paper dresses in our Fulham Road Clothes Shop.

R327, Susannah York, Peter S. Cook, Tom Courteney, Twiggy, Joe Orton, Mr. Fish, Miranda Chiu, Lucy Fleming

I am Tuffin

I am - habitat - a revolution in home design ©1964

I am Geoffrey Bayldon aka Catweazle.

I died a few days ago.

America missed out on me and my magic.

I am much loved and much missed.

I'm the fabulous 60's fashion photography who, on finding a dead body in a park, takes a break from shagging his models to watch a round of mime tennis.

We're the Easybeats! Aren't we so cute! We're Australian, officially, but we spent most of 1966 in Swinging London, yeah, trying to get that one big hit record, meeting the birds, making the scene.

And we did get the one big hit, mates.

I am the Mondrian fashion collection.

I'm Vanessa Redgrave in American Vogue in 1966.

When I wanted to, I could look just a good as any of the prettiest girl of 60s London.

I'm King's Road on a Saturday.

I'm Christine Perfect. In the next decade as Christine McVie I'll be a multimillionairess due to my success in the Buckingham-Nicks incarnation of Fleetwood Mac, but for now I'm a blues singer and honky tonk pianist with a small following in The UK.

I'm du Maurier. The brand of the switched on set.

I am Dave Clark from the Dave Clark Five. I am a huge poof.

This was my favorite era in music and fashion, too bad I was much too young to be part of it, on the other hand if I was, I'd be old now! ,

This was a true Youthquake, there were changes in music, fashion, politics, well, everything! I remember my mom's Mod outfits and Vidal Sassoon haircut! Very cool! She still has some of her Mod clothing. I also liked the Biba era. I wanted to be a fashion designer, I ended up being an art director.

Funny how today's hipsters are totaling mining the 60s-70s for music and fashion. They're totally unoriginal. When the song Pink Moon was used for a TV car commercial, some of them thought Nick Drake was still alive!

"Funny how today's hipsters are totaling mining the 60s-70s for music and fashion."

People have always taken inspiration from the past. Ask all the black artists who inspired the Beatles, Stones, etc.

Nay, R342, it's much more than ripping off music. Most people are aware that The Stones, Zeppelin etc ripped off black artists.

Today's hipsters are co-opting an entire lifestyle from another era, it's not just about getting "inspiration" from the past. Hipsters don't have one original idea in their heads. What irks me is that hipsters pass 'their' ideas along as if they've discovered Bangs on women and Beatnik Van Dyke beards on men. Even the furniture they buy is from another era. Sorry, there's nothing new going on with these people.

When did any "hipster" claim to have invented bangs or beards? They know they are taking inspiration from the past. Better than plagiarizing songs and passing them off as your own creation, without giving royalties to the people you are ripping off.

R344 = Trustafarian living in Greenpoint, Brooklyn.

I don't believe that Judy Garland getting booed story at R218 is true. I see no reference to it when I search.

I thought it was Judy's disastrous Melbourne show where the audience hissed and booed and reprimanded her for being late.

r345 = elderly Republican who voted for Trump, shaking his fist at "kids today"

While I agree that she was a quite handsome woman, Vanessa Redgrave was always a bit too matronly looking even in the 60s to be among the fresh young birds of the era(Shrimp, Twigs, Jane Asher and Birkin, Julie Christie et al)

I remember when I first read that she was with Franco Nero I thought she seemed like his older sister.

[quote]I remember when I first read that she was with Franco Nero I thought she seemed like his older sister.

They had a son together and then split for decades and have ended up together again.

Here they are in Cannes promoting Blow-Up in 1967.

Dancin' at The Scotch Discotheque, 1966

Vanessa & Lynn.

Great VERY 60s photo.

Franco Nero had such gorgeous blue eyes.

I'm the disappointed girls who realize sexual liberation didn't make British men any better in bed.

I remember my little sister having to dance to Roger Miller's "England Swings" in a lame dance recital, circa 1980. Seriously. The teacher hadn't updated her music in well over a decade.

Let's have little canes and bowler hats! It's got a nice beat, they can pretend to tap to it!

[quote]Let's have little canes and bowler hats!

We're the Black and White Minstrel Show, phenomenally successful and hilariously anachronistic on TV, while social and cultural revolution surges everywhere else.

I don't know when the "Black and White Minstrel Show was on," but I will never forget when Diana returned from her honeymoon with Charles she told the press that they took so much sun they now looked like a pair of minstrels. even in the early 60s that was a bit shocking to me.

I'm the King's Road in Chelsea and I can't believe none of you thick motherfuckers haven't mentioned me yet.

It's been mentioned and linked at least a dozen times.

Read the thread!

I couldn't read ALL of it, you divvie, I'd be too bloody knackered. But cheers, thanks a lot for sussing it out for yours truly.

at 3 in the morning, gurl?

The Knack

Yes, R361, luv. The one in Notting Hill has extended hours for me especially, if you catch my meaning.

I saw this on Facebook and thought of this thread.

I'm this essential fashion item

Would there even have been a Swinging London in the sixties without the Beatles?

yes, there would have been, R366. It began to happen before the Beatles.

But Julie, when asked at the time, thought it was The Beatles...@ 00:48

I like that interview at R367

I am Winchester Cathedral by The New Vaudeville Band. I am proof that in1966 anything from swinging London could become a hit. I'm one of the worst pop songs ever and even feature a 1920's style megaphone break.

I'm also proof that there was shitty music coming out of London in 1966.

Painter Man, painter man, painter man...

This actually gives me a stomach ache it's so horrible.

Hey, R369 I loved that song when I was a little kid!

I'm Freddie of Freddie and the Dreamers. With my hits Do The Freddie and I'm Telling You Now, I am proof that you didn't have to be attractive to become a pop star.

I'm a swingin' place, a cellar full of noise.

The gorgeous Jean Shrimpton, getting the REAL "London Look"!

And don't forget your Twiggy Lashes!

Vidal Sassoon, "Sassooning"!

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I honestly don't remember young women wearing such absurd makeup. I was a small child in the Sixties, grew up in NYC and was around fairly trendy people. I don't recall such lurid eye makeup!

Blue eyeshadow always looked ridiculous. Covering the entire lid with it was so unattractive.

I respectfully disagree, R367. The Beatles were on the Sullivan show in February of 1964. Prior to that, Swinging London did not exist. When would it have? In '63? No.

R140 Hearing Parsley sing again makes me tear up. The voice & the music are still so charming, but haunting now too.

I grew up on The Herbs and on Michael Bond generally. Parsley was my childhood spirit animal, and Paddington Bear my idol.

I think the Sixties had begun to swing by the time of the Profumo scandal, Honor Blackman twirling across TV screens in black leather, Mod scene etc.

[quote]I'm Simon Smith

Interesting that Alan Price's hit song "Simon Smith and his Amazing Dancing Bear" was written by Randy Newman.

Some guys have it, some guys never will.

The most desirable woman of Swinging 'Sixties London. It was as if Mary Tyler Moore had quit crying and learned to break deserving necks.

Is Diana Rigg's daughter, actress, Rachael Stirling, gay? She looks so masculine. I know she's married to some fat English musician and they have a baby, but that means nothing.

Cissy

I am British Pathe, and though I make a rather long newsreel about Swinging London, I don't quite understand it.

I am Sharon Tate, and I marry Roman Polanski in a Swinging London wedding in Jan. 1968.

All things considered, I should have stayed in London.

I am Patsy Stone.

I'm Barbara Parkins at the Polanski wedding. I like Swinging London so much I end up staying...and making some pretty forgettable movies.

and shacking up with the head of Playboy in London, Victor Lownes.

[quote]Interesting that Alan Price's hit song "Simon Smith and his Amazing Dancing Bear" was written by Randy Newman

I'm Alan Price and I recorded practically a whole album of Randy Newman songs in 1967. It's actually very good and well worth tracking down.

I am one road.

golie hawn

I'm one of the thousand children Cliff Richard molested

I'm the not yet famous Olivia Newton-John

I'm the Indica Gallery. There's more than one Righteous Connection in the crowd…

[quote]I'm the Indica Gallery. There's more than one Righteous Connection in the crowd…

I didn't see John & Yoko. Thought I saw Ossie Clark and maybe the guy who Marianne did end up marrying.

Two London icons!

Groovy!

That is half century of past. Stop being with old things. You need to live today in the timeof now.

Pathetic.

I see Defucktard is busy bumping old threads again.

Whatsa matter? The Molester Matt threads aren't wiggling their way up your alley?

I'm the white Courreges boots.

R401 Fuck off and go play Head Boy somewhere else. We don't need prefect pricks here.

I'm the prompter for "Come Into the Garden, Maud," hissing lines to Noel Coward because the ancient fucker's batshit old and can't remember them, despite having written them.

OLD THREAD BUMPED BY DEFUCKTARD.

Um, anybody know why OP's original text is lined out? What's Muriel's extension?

Now why would this thread be grayed out?

Is Dusty Springfield taken? I want to be her, with the big hair.

Likely Lads....

Two English lads in Swinging England

I'm David Hemmings as a London fashion photographer in the movie, Blowup.