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This picture is funny because it's so dramatic! You can just pciture the silent-movie close-up "gasp!" as one of their husbands with his thin moustash comes and in in a fit of rage...

Diabolical!

Jorja just fixed my little issue I was having with uploading pics. Apparently I had been automatically blocking pop-up windows... Go figure.

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Help. PS. Here is an experiment with sound.

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Mini Murphy

During a disappointing set from another DJ, I turned to Ben (checkered hat) and said "This music is crap right now. Where's the party?" He responded simply by pointing to his head and smiling that knowing smile of his (meanwhile he's boppping in an inspired way).

At this point I realise that what I need is a Mini Murphy - a tiny little portable Dan Murphy, decks and all, to DJ in my head when other music will not satisfy.

A night should never wind-up with cold, euphoric "progressive" house! Mr Murphy brings the warmth in and keeps you going until the very end. Till they kick us out or we fall over! There is unmatched optimism and happy energy in his work. When Dan Murphy smiles, the whole world smiles too.

I ask Rowan where one might aquire a Mini Murphy, he suggests EBAY.

Frida on a Stick

The Frida-shaped hole in the universe was apparent to me first last night at DeckBar when I went into the toilets. The last few DeckBars I have gone into a cublicle and could just tell from the way she moves and breathes, etc, that Frida was in the other one. I'm like "That you Frida?", "Yep", "Faaabulous!".

A few stumbled crashing steps and giggles and we tumble out of the separate cublicles. Conspirators in fun.

David (cheerleader, skirt boy) said that he's going to pretend she's not gone by spreading rumours and talking about her like she's still here : "Did you see what Frida was wearing last night?!" Oh. What a lovely boy.

I couldn't help it, but in my altered state I was reminded of a come-down at Hordern St, onto our second (?) bottle of vodka and I was talking to Sabrina (trash) and Luke was bored. He got so shitty with me not talking to him and flirting with that hussy that he got a paper bag and put it on a stick with a face drawn on it to entertain him.

(I later killed Bag-On-A-Stick in a jellous flurry, for which Luke has never truly forgiven me.)

When I suggested to Frida that I would have to make a Frida-On-A-Stick to take to Arq and Manacle, she said herself that we should make it drop every now and then! Priceless.

The Deep Shit

As usual, another sunday/monday fiasco results in a steep learning curve or two. Today's first lesson was "I believe in me". I proved to myself that I can be out on my own terms without Luke, Dave, Rachel, etc. Without a security blanket. This was a difficult lesson to learn when we have established a culture of communal partying that can sometimes be restrictive but is also supportive.

Then there's the question of how "real" it all is - these clubbing relationships, moments, etc. (This is a question I have major issues with in the first place - philosophically - what is "reality", etc.) Frida's going-away showed me that the scene can spawn tenderness, kindness and very genuine emotion. I firstly see the good in most people and hope for them to be all that I know they can be. This leaves me open to disappointment at times or being used by trashbags - the generousity thing, etc, but it also means I am open to getting to know more people. I get along with a wide plethora.

Today I saw into so many lives more candidly, and some people explained some things to me in a way that really helped.

It is amazing sometimes how naive I can be. Five minutes later and I still think J + C are going to "put out the rubbish at Manacle"! (Of course I am fairly trashed at said time, but really!) I am so dumb! People are going to have to start winking at me so I realise they are joking/being sarcastic/cryptic, etc.

Deckbar was a lot of fun again and a nice way to spend time drinking silly drinks (Long Island Iced Teas, etc) with people outside of the dark, smokey, flashy lights club atmosphere.

Mr McCosker made a fabulous debut and was delightful.

The usual suspects swanned around, skwarked like crows, or sat under the heaters with four-days-up blank looks on their faces. You could love it or hate it. It's all about whether you love yourself.

Jorja came to DeckBar after uni and got to the drinking with C and J. Much fun and frivolity was had by all.

But it was more than just fun this weekend. Be as cynical as you like, but there really was love in the air. Love everywhere. So many nice hugs and touches - sustaining, inspiring.

Yo, Check this out!

Because I am currently too dumb (read: lazy) to figure out how to edit my side bars, please check out the following blogs, which will soon be in my links list.

Liz - littleredcourgette.blogspot.com
Daniel- danielmccosker.blogspot.com
Dave - sockpuppetmanifesto.blogspot.com
Luke - absolutepiffle.blogspot.com
Louise - pleasetoberestful.blogspot.com
Justin - robot-hell.blogspot.com

Happy reading!

Photos

Here is a random photo... (As you can see I've just learned how to upload them.) It's me getting ready for Sleaze 2003 (I think it was 2003). Look how skinny I am!

Le Festival De Jorja

(I'm sure my "French" is vomit-worthy but try to ignore that...)

Well it's tuesday. The day of come-down after another sunday-monday kooky-arc-manacle-columbian-deckbar fiasco. I love my life! This weekend was the festival of Jorja with Hellfire friday night - odd but fun - work all weekend and Jorja coming out on sunday night (quite rare).

I was really nervous about Jorja hanging out in my day-club space and meeting a certain person. I didn't know if it would make us closer or just make us realise that we are totally incompatible. It went surprisingly well. J got on reasonably well with Tina and stayed out till monday night, got on well with everyone at day-club. C and J from work were there and the arq crew stuck around and DJ C for a bit. (Vanabumpak?;-) There were shooters and dancing and talking shit about ...well, all kinds of shit (b.a.n.a.n.a.s).

Jorja endeared herself to a number of people and dealt in a very grown-up fashion with any possible jealosy. We came out of the weekend feeling close and like a team again. Nice. I hope it can last and we can find a rhythm.

R was quite charming (I liked the bit where she stuck the beer in her pants to sneak it out of the pub) and C was being a dirty bastard - he is so sweet and funny.

Arq the previous night was really fun but Deckbar was quiet. I hope it picks up this week coming because last week I enjoyed Deckbar more than any other part of my day/night. We should all go along and make it as rollicking as it was last week. Dan needs an audience so he can shine - he deserves an audience! Go Dan!

I think Deckbar will pick up as Spring rolls around. The weather gets warmer! Outfits gets skimpier! Days last longer and mornings are warm! Bring on the Spring and my birthday. I may have my party there or at Manacle...

I am really looking forward to the Midnight Shift staff drag shows on sunday night - he he he. And I think I am going to glam it up and let my over-the-top style come out again in support. Might wear that purple velvet floor-length number. And make up! Lots of make up.

Feeling better about the study thing now. A bit more inspired to start writing about clubbing - not just doing it. One day I will publish a book. And you'll all be in it!

He he he.

See you on the dance floor!

The Power Of Camp

I just read Dan Murphy and Daniel McCosker's blogs (check out danielmccosker.blogspot.com) - it links to Dan's...

Then pulled myself out of this chair and into the shower, singing to the empty house and the dog.

Getting dressed, I decided to wear a turtle neck skivvy, which I always look sophisticated in.

We are going out to dinner for Jorja's birthday. Luke and Liz are coming.

I look nice.

Never underestimate the healing power of camp.

I will be ok.

Not Waving - Drowning

Some kind of life this is! I can't decide if I am moving forward or falling back. I've never learned so many things before, or felt so much growning-up at once. I've never felt so unsure of things in my life, so anxious and un-confident about my path. Where's the God Damn map for this thing! Why do the roads keep changing? The walls of the labrinth keep shifting?

Lately, wherever I am, I am struck with a desire to be somewhere else. I keep looking outwards, forwards. Looking for more.

I am stir-crazy at home. I don't feel like I really live here. It's not my space. I don't fit inside its walls. It feels cold and messy and out of control. Too huge to deal with. I feel like I haven't got the strength in me to tame it, to take control of it. I need help.

Teach me to sit still. Teach me to fold myself up and put myself in a box. Teach me patience.

After this weekend - Jorja's birthday, perhaps a couple of weeks off drugs would be good. Just to get things started. I rang mum and asked her to come over and help me set up the study and stuff. She's very good with ideas about how to get things into order.

I have to fight the desire to just throw everything away. The destructive tendencies.

Need to learn balance again.

Everything's changing - Luke and Justin, Dave and Will. Crazy baby faggots on tina. The weekend world taking over, trying to make sense out of non-sense. Trying to find inspiration. To find my voice again. Need to push on. To beat this mess.

It looks like I'm just waving - maybe I am - but why does it feel like drowning?