Tramspotting

What do you think of a handsome boy in a brown suit reading printed material on the tram? He had rich, chestnut hair and small, oval shaped glasses (funny, Tom always used to say that boys don't passes @ boys in glasses) a round, handsome face and an earnest expression. He was sitting sideways, with his legs open, with the printed material resting on one, firm thigh.

He kept glancing over at me.

I kept glancing at his lollies, resting against his leg - round and lumpy.

He seemed to be looking at me whenever I looked up at him. He had that curious expression on his face, as if to be accepting his inspection. This won't hurt and it will be over before you know it. You know, like when the pedigree dogs get their completeness checked out by the judges @ Crufts.

It looked like our boy kept his lollies in a big bag. I wanted to play with the wrapper.

Don't You Just Love a Man in His Underpants?

Sebastian Returns

The beautiful Sebastian, one of the two Italian Sebastians, is back tomorrow. He just wants to come and live in Australia, up at Bolago. The quintessential good looking Italian boy and such a nice guy. Funny. Gorgeous. Cheeky. Naughty.

When I asked him what he's been doing in Ireland. "Drinking and fucking." He laughed. "Fucking and drinking." He laughed again.

He's staying indefinitely. The only thing he has to do is take over his Father's restaurant in Positano, when his father retires, which isn't immanent. Hard life, huh?

He lands tomorrow. Mark and Luke are picking him up. It'll be good to see him.

Spiegeltent

We went to the Spiegeltent, to see the Wah Wah Sisters. They were great. They said they were an acroband, a band that does acrobatics. They sang, swore and drank through the 80's, 90's, present day. They did this whole drunken, good time girl banter. They were good, funny.

They did some amazing acrobatics together.

I went with Mark and Luke, Adam and Raymond.

It realy is a beautiful tent, from another time, quite another world, once you are inside. It's all stained glass windows and polished wood work.

Mark was pulled up on stage when he was the only person in the place to put his hand up for having had a threesome. A little too keen was our Mark. He said after it never ocurred to him he would be the only one. He was called up to help with one routine, which involved one sister sitting on the shoulders of the other sister, as they both played their guitars. Then Mark was asked if there was any one he'd like to call up on stage with him. Luke turned to me and said, "Oh no," as Mark called his name.

They were dressed up in pink, frilly panties, full red skirt, blond wigs and cowboy hats. My guys.

The Next Day

I smoked so much dope that, some time after it got dark, and I'd done the universe-only-knows-what all day, I got the munchies really bad. Suddenly, I was really hungry. I was in the kitchen in no time, my bare feet appreciating the heated floor, at the same time knowing that if the floor was noticeably hot, the heating had been on for days.

I ate fish fingers, drenched in lemon. I just tipped what was left in the box onto the tray. I didn't count them, couldn't count them. There was lots of yellow and silver. Then I had two yogurts. Followed by four slices of toast and jam.

I lay on my bed and felt like I wanted to be sick, a short time later, some what surprised at my behaviour - not so much at being hungry, as I hadn't eaten for twenty four hours, but my complete and gluttonous surrender to it.

I should do some thing today. Get out of the house. Breath in some fresh air. Step back into life.

I'm a bit dazed. I'll thank me tomorrow. Big smile.

Feel the Wind

Mark called and said come to Bolago. "Why aren't you here?" I couldn't drive. Shouldn't drive. I wish I was Samantha Stevens. Wiggle my nose.

My balcony doors are open, fresh wind gusts in, it feels good. The light is brittle. Nobody is home. The party is over. The house is silent, just the noises of the day. Gusts of leaves, the sounds of the wind. A car door. A bird cheeps. A tram slides along the tracks.

 

What Day Is It?

Oh my head. Danced at Woofa Club until... um, er... the end. It should have been 6am, but these day parties, topsee-turvee, don't know where you are going to come out. When Mark, Luke and I wandered off to get the car, (bright red traffic lights. bright blue neon lights) it was all go, people every where, in the middle of the city, 10pm. No sun just coming up and the sounds of the silent morning, ready to be slipped into and gotten away in, unscathed. I'm glad Luke could drive, don't know how he did it.

We got there late, which was interesting because with no cigarette smoke the place just reeked of BO. Unbelievably so. I wondered if I was going to cope with it? It was good to see the sea of disarray, sober at the beginning, how out of it did everyone look? Slobbering and sweating. Lying about, red faces, teeth chattering, holding on to each other. But, I did acid & e, at the door and soon forgot about all of that, once I'd melted to the groove of the beat. The boys danced energetically around me. A sea of dark bodies, grinding to the night. Sexy chests coming to the light. A smile. A nod. A coy look, caught perving. Spin and gone. We danced for hours, Mark, Luke and me. The visuals were great; hot and wet. We throbbed as one, slippery to the beat. Lazers pieced everyone; the dark of the night; as dark as our souls.

Windy, Wet Morning

Or we could lay on our respective couches and watch the box set of Heroes, as Matt is busy all around us. He is in and out all day, as the afternoon slips away.

Mark calls to see if I'm going up to Bolago.

Matt brings us dinner, in between clients and DJ'ing.

The rain falls, mother nature is hysterical. The trees flap around like sticks the lightening lights up the night. The large drops of rain fall heavily on the roof.

I don't know how many episodes of Heros we watch? Shane picks up Matt between disk 5 & 6.

I woke up on the couch at 3 am, with some Christian dim whit banging on about alcohol and what the bible says about temperance. I particularly enjoy the whistle and the clunk the TV makes as it switches off via remote control. It's like the ultimate stun gun, Take this evil from my screen!

Today, it's Adam's birthday in St Kilda. My head is thick, I'll need a few coffees before I'm thinking straight. How much pot did Shane and I smoke? Fuck me, I'm going to be great at this birthday.

"Yeah, yeah, good." Eyes like slits. "No, I've not been up to much." Cough. Cough. "You know, the same old same old." Who is this, I think? "Good to see you, though."

May be a nice long shower?

What time is it?

Maybe some sugar?

I ate donughts for breakfast, yesterday. Do you think I'm taking this lose 5 kilos seriously? I never eat donuts for breakfast, only when I know I'm not supposed to.

Black coffee. Museli. Get with the program!

 

MG V8

Friday Night Down

Oh my head! Friday night drinks. Er!

Of course, I came home and smoked pot with Shane and Matt. I stumbled off to bed before midnight, bumping into walls. So much for The Laird and a few quiet drinks to end the week. I was just plastered, in the end.

And now I have four days off. Yipee! I should go out and dance. Tonight, I guess? Get maggotted and groove until the day break hours. Float home on a wave of tired muscles.

6am. Smith Street, Sunday morning, is always very cool, chilled and laid back. Bodies drifting to and fro. Feet like polystyrene, not a care.

8 Good Looking Aussie Men

Josh Lawson - cute and blonde

Ben Cousins - he'd be fun to party with

Ryan Shelton - Sunday in bed

Hamish Blake - I met him once, with Buddy, he was tall and athletic

Shane Crawford - In those shorts

Daniel McPherson - that dazzling smile

Jess Spencer - serious good looks

James Mathison - oh, he seems like fun

8 Things You Didn't Know About Me

I have a scar on my foot.

I was a Cathedral choir boy.

I played the viola and many years after I left the choir, I play a Beethoven quarter in the cathedral.

I grew up with a tennis court in the back yard.

My dad was a Mason.

I don't care how many abortions there are each year in Australia.

I can be passive aggressive, it is my worst character trait.

I'm not ashamed of any thing I've done.