Tammy's Turns

Scratching around in the bowels of the ‘Tingle audio archive’ I just unearthed this aural trinket. Many decades ago I had a little four track studio set up in my bedroom at my parents house. I’d while away the hours making up songs, recording loops and producing some far out ambient stuff, you know, generally being self indulgent.

Every now and then however a tune would pop up that I’d deem fit to keep (not sure anyone else would). Behold the lo fi wonder that is ‘Mexican standoff’, with me playing everything, except the keyboard which features my buddy, friend and pal Vince Koster.

My current favourite reality show. Young people being idiots, drug and alcohol abuse, awful bogan attitude, bad tattoo’s, shady medical staff tending to the wounded, and cute guys, What’s not to love.

Just saw this old photo of Hoyts cinemas posted in a retro group.

Talk about a flashback, decades ago it was at these very pinball machines that I came out to one of my best strait mates.

‘Hey, guess what?, I’m gay’.

“Oh yeh?, cool. Can we concentrate now, we’ve almost got the highest score on Terminator”.

Alas, I didn’t get my fill of drama that day.

I have closure!!.

After those thieving, half baked shit wizards from ‘Down south’ stole my favorite cabana wear board shorts from my clothes line, I’ve been on a mission to have them replicated.

Thanks to my international shopping adviser Heidi Linnenbank I was able to find the material in the U.S.

After my exacting measurements and design parameters were delivered to the Jean Paul Gaultier approved ‘Haus of Dianne’, my sister Dianne Thomson whipped them up on her Pfaff for me.

Thank you both for righting the wrongs of the world, and believe me, when someone causes me fashion trauma, there is no greater wrong.

*I should post a warning with this. My legs can be seen in the photo. If viewing this in public, try not to let your hands wander inappropriately.

My current passion is looking for, and at real estate in Melbourne, and what interesting viewing this has been.

I’m not asking for a view of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, but seriously??.

I’d hate to be the Melbourne real estate person trying to build up this view.

I’ve become somewhat unstable in my obsession for collecting hideous interior shots from real estate ads. I’m partial to a dirty tenant not giving a shit about the photographers documenting their squalor. Looks like someones been cooking meth on the stove top, they could at least wipe up the overflow . . i’m told it can stain Laminex.

This shopping centre would have been to me, like the Cavern was to early Beatle fans. Given the choice of who to see in concert, I do believe I would have chosen Herb and Dorrie.

Click HERE to view the movie.

I recognize this check list, has anyone ever seen me the morning after Mardi Gras?, someone must have unknowingly vaccinated me during the party. 🙂

Good afternoon Wollongong, today’s selection of offensive cabana wear I’ll be parading is my beloved Don Dunstan inspired pink chenille shorts.

Hand made for me by the ‘Haus of Dianne’ (who’s designs and tailoring work for me has been praised by no less than Jean Paul Gautier).

Let’s see some bogan harlot try and cast a critical eye over these today and live to tell the tale.

It’s book week here at Tingle Manor, so fluff a pillow, moisten a finger, and envelop yourself in a favorite page turner.