Cancer Tom & Cancer Kylie

Tom's going into hospital today, for some tests, he has a lung problem. He & I went to Perry & Wesley's 8 year anniversary bbq and some guy named Brett's, from Adelaide, farewell to Sydney - he's been building up in the gym all year in preparation and, yes, he'll go down a treat in Sydney because of it - who apparently I have met before, but I couldn't remember him. Tall, dark and handsome, you'd think, would be immanently remember'able, but no. Every one's first words in reply to Tom's news, were, Of course, you have given up smoking? But no, Tom sat there all night and hacked his way through every cigarette. Through all of his cancer treatment and his lungs have always been a weak point, Tom has never given up. He hates being told to do anything and he has steadfastly refused to quit. The hospital wanted to admit him yesterday morning, but he refused.

Tom has Kylie tickets for Saturday night and he says no matter what he's going, even if it is with drip pole in hand. (I don't think so) He says that the St John's Ambulance, or whoever is providing medical back up, has had to be greatly increased due to the greatly increased numbers of cancer patients who are going to Kylie's concerts in a show of solidarity.

Tom said, that she wears so many feather boas so that no one can, actually, tell that she is singing through her trecioctomy.

Perry, who is a big Kylie fan, who went a few days ago, says that she is so lack lustre on stage, hardly moving much at all, apparently, that it is clearly evident that she is way down on energy to previous concerts, due to her illness. In fact, all the people last night, who had been to see her, (all big fans) all said that she is washed up. This is it, this must be her farewell concert, they said. It is over for her. They said the concerts were okay and the costumes and sets are faaabuuulous, but she was a mere shadow of her 2002 best.

Personally, I've always thought that "the singing budgie" was the best description of her talents.

Time to retire to Paris with your millions and your handsome boyfriend, Kyles. (Even if I predict that he'll dump her for a fully working model, you know, with ovaries, in the foreseeable future. That's the way it goes, sad but true)

It's over, babe.