Survivor's

On Saturday night at Muffy's party I was compelled to think about those who would not be joining in on the celebrations of a Sydney gay man's 50th party, Muffy or otherwise. As I surveyed the room I hazard a guess there would not be one person there who was not effected by the plague in a very profound manner during the 70's, 80's and 90's. So many who were rich in talent, creativity and glamour perished. I wondered what would have happened if there had been no AIDS, would I have been at a different type of party altogether, though it was full of interesting people, opulent surrounds and sublime food I was left to wonder, are these the survivors of such a terrible tragedy in human kind and if so do they think about how lucky they were to escape what seemed at the height of the epidemic a deathly forgone conclusion for them? Ultimately in all situations like this I sit back and look at people and hope they were not one of the unlucky ones who lost a partner a friend or a relative but I doubt it very much. I once had the audacity to ask Muffy how he had come out unscathed. His response was to me profound in as much as it was also the hand of fate which had swung his way at the time. He happened to be in a monogamous relationship during the peak years when we were unsure of what the world was dealing with. Upon reflection it doesn't really matter now because realistically AIDS does not discriminate, a couple of million heterosexual's have found this fact out the hard way. Though back when it all began, not that long ago, the gay community were being ravaged by a disease which ultimately killed many of them because they happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and like an accident of any doing this is how in my view so many were taken from us, without doubt through no fault of their own, which makes it all the more tragic.

Watch out John Holmes its Muffy the Mega Star

There really isn't anything to say other than, one should be careful about the type of photos they collate for a birthday feature wall. Though more importantly they should be aware of the person who carries a purse sized camera.

The boy from Oz - Or Muffy in Barbados???

Here he is the man himself, he turned a cool 50 on Saturday and I was lucky enough to be there to chime in his now found 50ishness. I was naughty and took a photo of the photo board someone had put up for the big birthday party. I have to say I love this photo, its brilliant. Stay tuned for a few he will wish I had not seen and had my camera to take proof of.

Aldi Alert!! Aldi Alert

http://www.aldi.com.au/

This week you can get a loaf of bread and some milk and you can get Nana a wheel chair for the bargain price of $199, imagine her surprise when you come home from shopping with this little gem. Or for the more sensual types you can get a "professional" massage table and to kick you off in your new found career a 1 ltr tub of massage oil. Brilliant Huh!! I love Aldi, and no doubt you will to if you venture in this week, oh and don't forget to have a look at the camp bed and portable camp toilet. Who could ask for more when picking up the weekly groceries.

The Universe Looks Down On Me Again - Or Why I Love Hippies!!!

Yesterday whilst perusing the shops for a birthday present for Muffy with whom's party I attended last night, I stopped to have a "la de da" Taro milk tea, no pearl because who knows what they fuck they are, but I digress. I sat down on a seat in the shops and began enjoying my wank fest, when. About two minutes after i sat down a woman approached me begging for money. Normally i might feel inclined to help a poor unfortunate but on this occasion I was just annoyed at the intrusion. I have a baby, I work and I was enjoying my first real taste of money for 18 months. So I said "no I could not help" and proceeded to get up in haste and leave because I was in a vulnerable position which meant she could lean over me and continue to beg. I then headed for Priceline to wander the shelves of 4711 fragrance heaven. When I had made my cheap mascara choice and sprayed at least 7 different nasty perfumes onto each wrist until I smelt like what I assume a big brother contestant might smell like I headed for the counter. Upon opening my handbag my wallet was gone. Strangely I didn't panic. I just stood there calculating how it could be gone and what I was going to do next. I apologized to the counter clerk and sped off to try and find what had happened to it. My first port of call the juice bar, I approached and was told no wallet had been found. I then headed for the seat where I had last been. As I got closer a hippie couple were sitting on the seat, they asked me if I had lost a wallet. I said I had and they proceeded to hand it straight over to me. It was amazing because they told me they had seen it and sat down and waited for my return. I thanked them profusely and offered them money, a coffee or a dodgy pearl iced tea of their choice but they declined and waved me goodbye, no doubt the pungent smell of me was enough to see them take off as quickly as they could. I would love to say I never forget my wallet or lose my keys or lock myself out of my car but if you know me then you are aware I am nothing short of Magoo on crack when it comes to these things. The best part is this is not the first time this has happened, in fact I lost my wallet in the same shopping centre at Chrsitmas time and got it straight back. I do believe since I had just come from my volunteer job at 2RPH and the fact I have always given any wallet or handbag I have ever found bag back to its owner may be keeping me in good sted with the universe, and after yesterday I think I am right.

Fluff for Miss Furley

Not one to let sleeping dogs lie, I thought I might give Rhonda a laugh and any one else reading, if they are inclined to laugh at the odd fart type story. The previous photo of David, the prat who left us for higher learning reminded me of the time the dirty git let one rip inside a night club dance floor. Damn near cleared the joint. After the placed had cleared and he was left standing in his own waft he proceeded to turn around and shout "It was Jodie"....

Driving in cars with boys!!!!! Or the real reason I never went to university...

Here I am, all of 17 or 18 in the back of my friend Claudia's car. I am sandwiched between David on the left, who I never liked, and have never seen pretty much after we got out of the car and he fucked off to university, prat that he was, and Stuart on my right my long lost friend who I am now reunited with and loving every moment of being with. The coles boy would have been 1 when this photo was taken and I could have been his mother, but the notion of children at that stage in my life was the furthest thing on my mind, as was going to University, too many parties, too many people to love, too many places to see and not a pot to piss in .