The Dame attached to the front of her name doesn’t really have much to do with the Queen of England poinking her on the head and declaring her to be a lady, ‘cause lady’s got nothin’ to do with it. Shirley Bassey is a dame in the Sinatra sense. You know, a sweater who knows when to cool her heels and doesn’t mind kisses laced with cigarettes and scotch. A she-panther who lets you think you’re in charge even though all your friends know better. The hot dish who leaps up in front of everyone at a cocktail party and belts out a coupla numbers that have the women sucking ice and the men mouth breathing. A sweet broad who knows how to Get the Party Started. Rampant ‘50s sexism aside, someone’s gonna have to explain to me how these Welsh ...