Tag: Wollongong
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Hoyts.
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.
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Miss Tammy’s cabana wear.
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.
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For sale.
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.
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Herb and Dorrie Evans, AND Bernard King all on the same stage!!??
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.
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Anti vaccination.
I recognize this check list, has anyone ever seen me the morning after Mardi Gras?, someone must have unknowingly vaccinated me during the party. 🙂
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Pink Chenille.
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.
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Book week.
It’s book week here at Tingle Manor, so fluff a pillow, moisten a finger, and envelop yourself in a favorite page turner.
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Vege parking.
THIS ladies and gentlemen is what you call a ‘Costanza parking spot’.
Newtown was INSANE last night, all the filth, shit rags, low life’s, moperer’s and people quite frankly not worthy of crossing my path, are leeching in from the cross, city and lockout laws. Hopefully a ‘Trump wall’ will be erected soon with armed border guards.
It took AGES to crawl down King st, then right out the front of my beloved restaurant a car pulled out. I done the ‘car door linger’ as I was getting out, you know, where you play with your keys whilst standing by your car.
You should have seen the pleading looks on people’s faces ‘Are you going??’, with my paused, pondering look, ‘Nup’, and then the life force giving rage of the driver screaming, ‘Ya fuckin piece of shit!!’ as they speed away.
Ahhhh, life is good. 🙂
