I dedicate this photo to the two or three people who will get the joke. 🙂
Whenever i visit Princess Stephanie at the Pink Palace Of Petersham i have to pass this Doctors surgery, it never fails to crack me up, it just looks so .. NQR, i’m not sure i’d want someone to cut me who has texta signs in their window.
A friend recently found this badge after a Lion’s Club Convention, he knew only one person would truely appreciate it, since he gifted it to me i’ve hardly taken it off.
I don’t like too much Americana seeping into our lives here in Aussie, but the one thing i do like is Halloween and it’s increasing popularity here, i love dress ups, i love a bit of fun, and so far this does not seem to be too ‘Ka-ching’ driven, you don’t have to buy anyone a present, just dress up and watch spooky movies, and that’s fine by me. Having American family now gives us another excuse to embrace this, and let’s face it, it’s all about the justification 🙂
As i drove over Tom Ugly’s bridge on Saturday night the moon had illuminated the water below, i don’t know what it is, but i feel most at home and safe around water, some of my earliest and truest spiritual moments came to me as a small child when i would spend literally hour after hour in the surf, swimming, body surfing and surf matting. Unlike my brother i never surfed on a board, it always seemed too aggresive. For me it was always feeling conected to the water, i have a vivid memory of floating out the back of the breakers, diving under the sets of waves and then floating on my (Merrin) surf mat, and i honestly felt high, elevated. And so it was driving across the bridge on saturday, dreaming of running my hands across the water, that i realised i need to spend more time in and around water this coming summer, just to be near to it. I wish i could find the quote from JFK, but in a speech he mentioned how the human body has the same equal ratio of liquid and salt as the ocean does, not sure if that’s true but it sounds cool to me. I must write it down somewhere that when my physical body stops, i’d really like my ashes sprinkled in the ocean, such is my sense of connection with the sea.
A cold, rainy (read pissing down) night was spent in Darlinghurst celebrating Aunt Viv’s birthday, my plans of a feast at Govina’s went south with the rainy wind when we discovered they no longer opened on Tuesday nights, so after shaking a shitlisting fist in the general direction of the closed establishment, we bundled up our inverting umbrella’s and settled in for a Thai feast fit for a celebrating Viv. It’s amazing the cross over vibe between Darlinghurst and Kings Cross, you can feel the world change in a few short footsteps.
Not many people know, but in his younger days commander Urko actually went through quite a sensitive folk balladeer phase, this was of course before he became a homicidal, human hating psychopath. I always thought folk music had the power to bring that out in people.
Many years ago a friend of mine thought he’d have a shot at pop stardom, sadly for the world of performance art he was a one shot wonder. With thoughts of Marcia Hines, Marty Rhone and Noosha Fox swirling in his brain, Beryl laid down this toe tapping tune. Some people are so well known, so famous, and so iconic that they only need one name, ie Diana, Ringo, Prince, Elvis and of course our very own “Beryl”.
This foray into the world of pop superstardom was accompanied by a few select personal appearances, mostly back yards. However one memorable, crowd shredding performance at Burwood Westfield is still talked about in hushed tones by the locals. Then again, why would they want to speak aloud of Beryl appearing on the round stage opposite Priceline, dressed in a long black lace frock, collection of Jaxie wipes, prods and wands in her gnarled hands, only to drop to the ground and proceed to do an improvised cossack dance that had those in the front rows scratching at there eyes with cutlery, dry retching in shocked emotion, and in one mans case self immolation (lets just say Sharon Stone has been known to wear panties more frequently than Beryl).
A big shout out must go to supreme mix master and sound engineer “DJ KOOZ”, much like Britney without Kevin, or Whitney without Bobby, Beryl would be nothing without the mastery of this aural genius.
It’s time to break out the glow sticks, dig the amyl out of the freezer, slip on a pair a teste and/or camel toe enhancing skin tight satin disco pants, and click on the following highlighted link to be taken to Beryl’s very own Xanadu “Still In Motion“
Call me old fashioned, or just call me old .. i don’t care, but i’m honestly trying to think of three hot male stars of today who will still be looked upon with awe in fifty years time, like these guys are today.
Click the following highlighted link to hear Miss Tammy sing Happy Birthday just for you, if it helps to visualise, i’m wearing a soiled, waist high, blue brynylon nightie, with matted ostrich feathers around the neckline “HAPPY BIRTHDAY“
I actually have a print of Warhol’s flowers in my place, note i said ‘print’, not an original.
Poor Debbie Burn, no wonder she went off the rails there for a while, look at her tiara she was crowned ‘Queen of pop’ in, it looks like it was shaped out of used pipe cleaners. I think once she was crowned with the wonky tiara, and that moment was the possible pinacle of your career, there was only one way to go, strait into a lifestyle that would guarantee at least a two page spread in New Idea three times a year.
Welcome to a faux Saturday night at “Tingle Manor”, where the order of the day is keys in the bowl, no sticking fingers in the cheesey fondue pot, and definately NO open toe’d white heels, closed toe is fine so long as it’s before October.
This is where i get to warm up the Krysler three in one, and play DJ on my blog. Like a cross between Steve Parsons, Allan Jones and Susan Sangsters 1983 two week stint on 2UE, i’ll be dusting off some old platters and sounds that reside in the bulging “Tingle Audio Archives”.
These aural morsels have been collected for years and years, i have a ton of stuff .. well, a ton of shit really to share, and you know with me, it’s all about giving, and sharing .. and yes, sometimes even caring.
I was torn as to what should be the first song to upload for the inaugural “Tammys Turntable”, it took me all of two seconds to decide that it just had to be Bernard King singing ‘Kitchen Man’.
I could print the lyrics, but i feel it’s best to settle back with a snifter of port, a freshly decapped texta to sniff, and a pair of open ears so the lyrical twists, and delights of Bernard can wash over you like a warm summer breeze (if you lived next door to an abotoir that is).
Without further ado please click on the following highlighted link “Bernard”
What would happen if we could see our favorite cartoon characters as real people instead of ‘Toon’s’, scarey eh?
Once more Woman’s Day delivers gold, if it’s not there exclusive interview with Matt Newtown bleating about how great he’d done in rehab, it’s wheel out some Aussie soap icons. In a cross promotion stiffy inducing moment, the same time this article hit the stands Newton jr was trundled back into rehab .. which seems to be the preferred method of treatment these days for violent assholes.
With bad comes good, and in a recent issue of Womans Day we had a double page spread on a Number 96 reunion for Johnny Lockwoods 90th birthday. I was watching old episodes last night and was rolling on the floor laughing, so many shows don’t live up to your childhood memories, but Number 96 does, my favorite ‘Dorrie-ism’ from last night was ‘I blame you for this Herbert, i’m at the point of having a cerebral haemoroid’ .. Gold’, Gold!!, Gold!.
For all things Number 96 click “Here“.
