Tag: Cinema
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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. 🙂
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Pegged.
Well, well, well. It seems someone else in my building is also offended by the mysterious person who leaves ALL their pegs on the line.
I came home today to find the lines clean, and the pegs scattered across the ground. Maybe the new Uni guy who’s just moved in to #3 is a little unstable? . .
I wish I had some pearls to clutch.
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Trailer park boys, Season 10.
Donna’s out of jail, and Jim’s back on the liquor. Oh Nitflux, let me count the ways.
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Pink Flamingos kerfuffles Wollongong bogans.
I spent glorious yesterday at the beach, the water was warm, the sun was out, and I was bedecked in my patented cabana beach wear, which consists of black, black, black, and also my stunning pink flamingos shorts.
I had the utter misfortune to have to venture into Wollongong central, the worlds greatest failure of a shopping centre. As I was ascending the escalator a young couple were standing ahead of me. I followed their line of site, and they were looking at my much commented on, and beloved shorts.
She leaned into her boyfriend, and I heard her say, ‘Don’t laugh’.
DON’T LAUGH!!??, how dare you, you suburban little TART!!.
I gave her and her piss ant boyfriend, who looked like he’d been strained through a homeless persons threadbare sock, the slow once up and down. What I discovered on her were clothes that wouldn’t have totaled more than ten dollars in cost, as well as legs with spider web veins, and the most gut wrenchingly repugnant, flat, splayed feet in non Haviana thongs!.
The boyfriend was wearing cargo pants, BELOW THE KNEE!!. Before you get excited, no I didn’t throw them over the side of the escalator, I was actually rendered speechless that an urbane couple, bedecked in ‘Cotton On’, would dare give ME shade on fashion!!?? (I’m so Au currant with the lingo).
Don’t get above yourself Wollongong*, just because you have a pop up cafe in a shipping container does not elevate you above the fact, you’re still a grubby little city, in the shittiest state in Australia.
*Of course I don’t mean North Wollongong, which is only filled with stylish people of class, poise and decorum (as long as interlopers from Campbelltown keep going to city beach instead).
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Madge Allsop.
How can I have reached fifty one years of age, and only just discovered Madge Allsop’s maiden name was Marjorie Kiri McWhirter. My own hubris terrifies me, I must remember there is always so much more to learn in life.
