"AIN'T THAT A KICK IN THE HEAD?" ~ By Absolutely*Kate ... RAT PACK REVUE or POV?

"AIN'T THAT A

  KICK IN THE HEAD?"

By ~ Absolutely*Kate

(from the case files of Detective Nelle Callahan)

The storm lashed tree branches and grim reminders against the only pane of glass left in the decrepit house that kept his bad form in my glad vision, yet just out of reach; my angers in check. "Check Mate," I whispered in steely return to the jaunty jut of Brazill's jugular as that Palooka whistled his happy polka tune the night he cold bloodedly buried Harry and topped the grave situation with that gaudy hussy he'd passed off for years as a louse of a spouse.

Yes, oh yes, always fear the one who knows where the bodies are buried, the one who watched your jaded climb to noirish fame, killing off hard-boiled colleagues when their pen scratched all the right itches the crime critics were gunning their 44's for. Hey meteoric metaphor man, this tune's for you ~ can you hear the music play? 

It was easier than pay dirt collecting for the thrill of the kill of the Brazill hit, releasing Dean's song from the iPod app in Harry's hip pocket -- I just knew he'd lean in to listen -- it was Dino after all.

T O   B E   C O N T I N U E D  ?

© 2011,  Author Absolutely*Kate

for the re-grin of Godfather Rob

on the shadowy side of the streets of 6-City,

now playing AT THE BIJOU

PHOTO CREDIT at the window ~ talents of Julija

THE DAMP FEDORA  . . . on my mahogany desk

The swift retalitory dash of this perspective piece 

was issued on the 'hit' parade faster than Paul D Brazill

can utter 'shot in the dark' . . . But hark! Along that spark,

if you check how Paul and Harry tussled in the mud over at Rob's hangout, you'll know ~

the jig's not up. 

Not by a -- long shot.

Expect . . . 

. . . Well, that would certainly ruin the suspense if I told you . . . 

I'm Nelle, Nelle Callahan, gal gumshoe of guts and gumption

and they came to me to crack this case . . .

Pardon me. I hear a hurried "Harrrumph" at my door.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

RAT PACK SHOWS 

PLAYING AT THE BIJOU

         

RATPACKREVUE

Tuesdays.

Thursdays.

Sunday Matinees too.

Be there or be square.

RATPACKREVUE 

AT THE BIJOU

Always swell to see you here.

~ Absolutely*Kate,

and our swanky staff of renown

THE PACK DON'T WANT YA TO MISS A SHOW:

Sinatra: "If power doesn't mean that you have the opportunity to work with the people that you love, then you haven't really got any."

Opening Night: "RAT PACK REVUE TO YOU"

RAT PACK REVUE: ROBERT J RANDISI TAKES THE STAGE

RAT PACK REVUE: "How Did All These People Get Into My Room?"  By Robert J Randisi, working the lounge before he hits the main room

RAT PACK REVUE: "Ain't That A Kick In The Head"  By Robert J Randisi, paying homage to Ocean's 11, the original . . . for all the right reasons   

 
RAT PACK REVUE:  "Who's Got The Action"  By Kevin Michaels, knowin' more than the night club scene  

RAT PACK REVUE:  "STAR"  By Julie Morgan,  hitchin' TinselTown to a dick's star

RAT PACK REVUE:  "OH SOUL O'MIO"  By Absolutely*Kate,  mirroring where scars shine bright

RAT PACK REVUE:  "Divorce Your Loved One With Dignity"  By Anthony Venutolo,  oozing atmosphere, over the border

 
RAT PACK REVUE:  "Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime"  By Paul D Brazill, giving Dino a whole new swan song  
 

RAT PACK REVUE:  "THE GREAT AMERICAN SAILING HERO"  By Absolutely*Kate, scuttling the way the tides roll in  

 
RAT PACK REVUE:  "DON'S DILEMMA"  By Eric Beetner, definitely digging deeper . . .   

 
RAT PACK REVUE:  "BUNG HO!"  By Sean Patrick Reardon, hosting a classic party? 

 
RAT PACK REVUE:  "YOU KNOW WHAT I LIKE"  By Matt Hilton, giving Author's Intrusion a whole new Big Bopper   

 

RATPACKREVUE 

  

~ ON OUR SWANKY STAGE ~

BIJOU AUTHORS ~  ERIC BEETNER ~ PAUL BRAZILL ~ KEVIN MICHAELS ~ ANTHONY VENUTOLO ~ and ABSOLUTELY*KATE plus a new sailor in town

BIJOU DEBUT ~ JULIE (LEWTHWAITE) MORGAN ~ SEAN PATRICK REARDON plus a special guest appearance by MATT HILTON

PLUS STAGE AFTER PAGE AGAIN ~ OUR HEADLINER ~

STARRING IN AUTHORS-TO-AUTHOR INTERVIEWS, 

MORE OF RAT PACK MYSTERY AUTHOR ROBERT J RANDISI

WITH A RAT PACK INTERVIEW AND FINALE OF AN RJR ~ AT THE BIJOU

~ ~ ~ ~

STAY TUNED. 

You're nobody til somebody love you,

and we love you AT THE BIJOU.

DIG IT.

~ ~ ~ ~

RAT PACK REVUE: "Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime" ~ By Paul D Brazill of Harbinger*33

Everybody Loves Somebody

Sometime

By Paul D Brazill

Even when he closed his eyes, Jack could see the rain seeping into the ceiling. He saw that dark patch spreading, the ceiling buckling. And when he slept, he dreamt of drowning. Dreamt  of the ceiling collapsing and filling the room with dirty, rancid water.  Choking him. Dragging him under.

He was getting paranoid, he knew. The palpitations were increasing, too. And it was getting worse.

He worried that the candles that he used to light the cottage would burn the crumbling place down. Which wouldn’t have been  that bad an idea, if the place was still insured. But he’d stopped the  insurance over a year ago. His invalidity benefit didn’t go far, after all. Booze, of course, and Pot Noodles. Maybe the odd cheese and onion pie.

When the winter kicked in, his arthritis bit like a beast and he stayed in bed as much as possible, with a bottle of whisky as a teddy bear.

The whisky was his friend most of the time. Bringing him welcome  memories. The golden days.

Jack Hayes and Tommy Morten and Harjit Singh. The Rat Pack mark two. Their tribute act was the best in Bournmouth. Maybe the whole of the south coast of England. They once opened for Tom Cooper and Shirley Bassey was a big fan.

They played hotels and night clubs.  Casinos . Tommy was Frank. Harjit  was Sammy and Jack was Dean, of course.  They were like kings. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Things were going great until that tour of the Greek Islands. It was a joy to start off with. The audience lapped it up night after night.

Then some little arse  of a waiter sneaked into the dressing room and used his phone to record Lou Lou, the Philippine girl that did Judy Garland in the show, down on her knees , between Jack’s legs, playing come blow your horn. It was all over You Tube in a day. Turned out that Lou Lou was only 17.  And she was a he. How was Jack to know?

He was a laughing stock. When they played gigs the audience would shout out for ‘Lola’ or ‘Dude Looks Like A Lady’. So the band sacked him.

And then the house of cards fell down.

Of course, he’d never been one to save money. He lived for the moment, like Dino.

The doctors told him to stop drinking. Said, if he’ didn’t he’d lose a leg to gangrene. Or maybe both. He didn’t care. He kept boozing.  And when the time came, he let them  do it without protest. Let them lob his pins off.  He wasn’t going anywhere.

Sometimes he blamed the act for his drinking but he knew  he was always a piss head. Just like his dad. It was genetic. People don’t change, anyway.

The Social Services  used to send  a nurse once a week. Meals on wheels, too.  But that stopped. This was the Big Society they said. His friends and family would help him.  No wonder they called it BS, he said.

Tommy and Harjit  were in London now, working with Jonathon Ross on his television show . It was ironic humour, apparently. The pay was serious enough, though. He could have been there. If he could walk.

He guzzled the last of the whisky from the bottle . Mrs Griffiths from the corner shop  would be at the cottage in a while with the new supply. She  was a bit on the big side but she was  alright. She laughed when he sang  ‘That’s Amore’ but not so much when  his teeth fell out. And then she’d crawl into bed with him.

But he got the love where he could these days.

And like Dino said: everybody loves somebody sometime.

© 2011 ~ Author Paul D Brazill ~ AT THE BIJOU's RAT PACK REVUE

Photo Credits: Falling ceiling - Marlene Mano; Whiskey - katielips; Dino - classicvegas.com

 

 

PAUL DAVID BRAZILL? Once upon the time we first came upon each other, that dapper guy became my across the pond writing hero, and he shall be ever still. In his inimitable being-everywhere-at-once-and-the-same-time (though never rushed or dismantled) manner, Paul's the one who 'introduced me' to Robert J Randisi. A cryptic "You should see this" note was all it took. The rest, they shall recall is AT THE BIJOU RatPack history. History's no mystery to Mr Brazill either. You'll find he's amassed a'plenty of it at just about every shady crime corner lit'site you can shake a '44 at. But with a drink and Dino on his mind, don't you agree with me ~ he's sublime?

Paul said this story took off on its own and kept changing as it went along.

I think he was drinking again. "Na zdrowie Paul!"

Drink in so much more

of what Paul D Brazill

is all about at ~ 

his outtasite site ~ You Would Say That, Wouldn't You?

his column at Pulp Metal Magazine

or within ~ The Mammoth Book Of Best British Crime

Thank*you my colleague, my continental pally in Poland and London. You rock so many writers' worlds, we're glad all over to have you popping up AT THE BIJOU again

(and again).

~ Absolutely*Kate

and our distinguished  RATPACKREVUE

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

RAT PACK SHOWS 

PLAYING AT THE BIJOU

         

RATPACKREVUE

Tuesdays.

Thursdays.

Saturday Matinees too.

Be there or be square.

RATPACKREVUE 

AT THE BIJOU

Always swell to see you here.

~ Absolutely*Kate,

and our swanky staff of renown

THE PACK DON'T WANT YA TO MISS A SHOW:

Sinatra: "If power doesn't mean that you have the opportunity to work with the people that you love, then you haven't really got any."

Opening Night: "RAT PACK REVUE TO YOU"

RAT PACK REVUE: ROBERT J RANDISI TAKES THE STAGE

RAT PACK REVUE: "How Did All These People Get Into My Room?"  By Robert J Randisi, working the lounge before he hits the main room

RAT PACK REVUE: "Ain't That A Kick In The Head"  By Robert J Randisi, paying homage to Ocean's 11, the original . . . for all the right reasons

RAT PACK REVUE:  "Who's Got The Action" By Kevin Michaels, knowin' more than the night club scene  

RAT PACK REVUE:  "STAR" By Julie Morgan,  hitchin' TinselTown to a dick's star

RAT PACK REVUE:  "OH SOUL O'MIO" By Absolutely*Kate,  mirroring more than Dorsey

RAT PACK REVUE:  "DIVORCE YOUR LOVED ONE WITH DIGNITY" By Anthony Venutolo,  oozing atmosphere, over the border

RATPACKREVUE 

  

~ ON OUR SWANKY STAGE ~

BIJOU AUTHORS ~  ERIC BEETNER ~ PAUL BRAZILL ~ KEVIN MICHAELS ~ ANTHONY VENUTOLO ~ and ABSOLUTELY*KATE

BIJOU DEBUT ~ JULIE (LEWTHWAITE) MORGAN ~ SEAN PATRICK REARDON

PLUS STAGE AFTER PAGE AGAIN ~ OUR HEADLINER ~

STARRING IN AUTHORS-TO-AUTHOR INTERVIEWS, 

MORE OF RAT PACK MYSTERY AUTHOR ROBERT J RANDISI

WITH A FINALE OF AN RJR ~ ROAST ~ AT THE BIJOU

~ ~ ~ ~

STAY TUNED. 

PLAY GOOD TUNES.

POUR. ENJOY.

~ ~ ~ ~