It's Frank's world...

... and I've been living in it this week, (but hey when do I ever stop living in it Pally!)

Went to see the Rat Pack tribute show on Wednesday at the Bristol Hippodrome. Ring-a-ding brilliant. The guy who played Dean didn't really look like him but sounded scarily close. The weakest of the three was Sammy, but it must be impossible to imitate a man who could sing, dance, do impressions, play drums etc etc.

And then there was Frank. The guy was so like him it was scary! Voice. Mannerisms. Walk. Looks. It must be a little freaky to be so like another human being and spend your life pretending to be him. Did he just wake up one day and think, my heaven's I'm the spitting image of Frank Sinatra. I wonder if I can sing like him? Whoops I can! I know what I'll do with my life...

I wonder if he even likes Frank. It would be a real shame if he was a mad Daniel O'Donnell fan and hated old Blue Eyes...

And then last night there was Sinatra: Dark Star on BBC1. This massively hyped documentary promised to blow the lid off Sinatra and prove that he was linked to organised crime. Shame it was pants and merely rolled out every thing we already knew. Shock Horror! Frank knew hoodlems! The Mob ruled hollywood and club land! Never! He was once accused of carrying two million in a briefcase to cuba! Well bless me!

or should I say... Yawn!

None of this is new. None of this is a shock. None of it was in any way revolutionary. Just a load of wrinkly old men and women claiming their five minutes of fame and looking grave as they 'revealed' what we already knew.

Never mind, I thought. BBC4 has a classic Sinatra concert straight afterwards. Oh, hang on they've cancelled that and put an appalling documentary about the song 'My Way' on instead which talked about everyone who sang the song, largely ignoring the Chairman of the Board.

What a disappointment...