It’s funny, when i was little i remember going to visit my Aunty Mary who only lived two suburbs away, when you’re little that’s like the moon. One thing i always noticed is that her family would buy, and read ‘Tv Times’, where as my family were of the Tv Week variety.
Even at that young age i was aware of ‘differences’, i guess this was my first taste of ‘us and them’, i always thought it was exotic that my Aunt would read something different from us. It fascinates me to look back at childhood perceptions, and how something so simple was almost a metaphor of what was to come in later life, the bigger differences, the bigger ‘Us’s and them’s’.
I blogged earlier about finding a photo of me as a very small child in a push car, and how it was an adventure for me to ride to the end of the back path, but how later i found myself in Los Angeles thinking ‘Gee, that wasn’t all that far from the back path in Wollongong’.
I guess i was always wondering what lay beyond the back path, as a child of about four i went missing, and was found in the next suburb in my push car, apparently trying to visit my sister, i still wonder where that path will lead me.
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There is a lot to be said for keeping old school mates as friends, people you’ve known since you were about ten years old, and shared the experiences, trauma’s and triumphs that school brings is nothing to be sniffed at.
Fear not my Hollywood prince, my dumb ass star of questionable sexuality, you still have a corner reserved in Miss Tammy’s black old heart.
It’s been a while since we’ve checked in with my friends at Jowlers, as per usual we have a fine display of the cranial distorted.
Jan-Maree, equal best musical director i’ve ever worked with.
Nico is just the best singer, sometimes he can been on the telly in sex scenes and holding a gun.
Alex and i go waaaaaay back, since i think we were about fourteen, his kids are now in the theatre performing, taking after there performance artist grandad Neil.
“I hope, Cecily, I shall not offend you if I state quite frankly and openly, that you seem to me to be in every way, the visible personification of absolute perfection”. Oscar Wilde.
My nephew Dax and i mocking someone trying to earn an honest dollar by walking around in an ‘A’ frame advertising board.
Twas a hot parching summer in Melbourne, and one got hydration where one could.
Rock cave at Hanging Rock.
Hanging Rock.
Hanging Rock Queen.
Chokito.
‘Posters Anual Polly Waffle Pool Party’ our friend Rick at the back seems to have perfected a rather unique style of consuming said confectionary.
Look what i found in the pool.
Crackers over the Yarra.
Princess Stephanie, me and Phillip from Melbourneloft.com in our favorite Melbourne laneway for breakfast.
Me and Sherbie after hosting the ‘Let it be Beatles Radio Show’.
Aunty Em!, Aunty Em!!, it’s a twister!, it’s a twister!!.
Outside my favorite joke store where i purchase all my fake dog shit and vommit.
Spooky Tammy shadow.
Fruit.
Standing guard.
My host Phillip, and i.
In an act of solidarity and empathy for his Lesbian sister and her partner Emily, my nephew Dax insisted on being photographed in front of a Birkinstock store in Melbourne .. his heart is in the right place 🙂
If you’ve ever wondered where i get my class, grace, style, piss elegance and just general fuckin’ niceness, well now you know. This book never leaves my boudoir table.
Me and my beloved Converse sneakers, let me count the ways ..
When asked what i wanted for my birthday, non greedily i responded ‘Tommy’s chips and burgers’ .. my wish was granted.
Dioh, Steve (Princess Stephanie, me (Miss Tammy) and Peter. Wonderful summer day at my formerly favorite cafe, i have since issued a shitlisting upon this place for changing owners and menu .. i have that power.
Tho now past the stage of my life where i live in nightclubs, i still like to get my fill of busting the odd .. and i do mean odd move, and a non attitude drag show, nothing tires me more than a drag queen who has to rely on being nasty and cruel to get a cheap laugh, it insults my intelligence. None of this is found at Pollys i L O V E this social group. If you ever want to meet me, hit on me, buy me a cordial, spike my cordial, share a gas mask or ask for favours in return of a photo with me, this is the place, i’ll be the one on the dance floor screaching with delight as the first bars of ‘Amarillo’ strike up, it really is worth the trip just to watch Miss Tammy’s patented dance moves to this song .. old time gay, that’s what i like.
All bases covered.
Silly J B HiFi, they had a display of iPads, and it was set to the app that allows you to write and draw on the screen, it was fantastic to stand back and watch as a stream of people stepped up to write the most offensive message possible, and then the specially stationed, droopy shouldered, shop assistant step forward to erase the latest missive.
With the growing popularity of my Beatle Photo Blog i’ve joyfully noticed an increase in the number of offensive, homophobic, angry and just plain loopy comments and messages i’ve been recieving. Never one to let excellence go unnoticed, i’ve started awarding the ‘Angry of Mayfair’ award for the worst letter, or comment of the week. Anyone around my age (young and gorgeous) should remember the Kenny Everett show, that used to be on the telly in the late afternoon. My favorite character was ‘Angry of Mayfair’ an insanely conservative character, who used to come out screaming abuse at the filth and imorality of the world, after hitting the camera with his folded up umbrella he would turn and storm off, revealing his true self. RIP Kelly.
This one is for ‘Miss T’. I have no idea what to call these hair ‘Do’s’, i mean they aren’t really mullets, i guess they’re just ‘Jerry and Larry’s’.
Imagine my shock and surprise .. and fear, when i came home recently to find a cardboard box on my front door step, i of course (seriously) assumed it was a bomb, or a parcel containing anthrax, after carefully opening it with the longest knife i could find, and a squint in my eye, i let out a squeal of delight, to find this most welcome gift from my buddy and Pal D-san. Running my tongue up the side of a cup*, to lick up dribbled Horlicks has never been so much fun.
* Some slight censoring has had to be applied to save the delicate dispositions of some blog viewers, besides, it looks twice as dirty with words missing, but make no mistake .. you would projectile vommit if you read the ‘raw’ mug 🙂
