Tammy's Turns

If i could find anyone willing to admit going to see Farnham on one of his farewell tours i’d organise a class action for a mass refund for false advertising 🙂

RIP Joan Rivers, she was one of my political correctness safety valves. When something awful would happen, and it felt like I couldn’t even smile, along would come Joan with something so crass, so offensive and jarring, it would give me a jolt, and i would have a sense that I would laugh again.

So glad I got to see Joan with my filth sister Beryl, it was fantastic to pay homage, and squirm in my seat before the wonderful Joan.

Some of the first words my little nieces and nephews spoke (as taught by me) were, ‘Oh grow up!, just grow up!!’ and my favorite ‘Oh Arf Arf!!’. They could have had an uncle that taught them the ABC’s, but where would they be now?.

“I’ve had so much plastic surgery when I die they will donate my body to Tupperware”.

No grey area with me, I’ve always been gay, from day one. I may not have known what it was called, but gay it was. From almost as young as I can remember, I had THE biggest crush on Australian Tv star Eric Oldfield. ‘If’ there was ever any questioning on my part, the day I saw Eric Oldfield in the nude, stapled across CLEO magazines centrefold, all questions were rendered null and void.

Working on some Kennedy pics in photoshop recently, i had a photo of a young Caroline Kennedy open on one screen, and a more recent photo of her in another screen. I had to pull one photo down, and when i did the old and the young Carolines met, and weirdly matched. I love bizarro mistakes 🙂

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I always wanted to be ‘Flo’, at a pinch maybe ‘Alice’, but the older i get i realize all along i’ve been ‘Vera’.

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