My brush with fame

When I was in Paris with my partner, we went to the Moulin Rouge. Now this was not a cheap night out. But it was a good night out. There were many people there. We were sitting on a table with a couple for Malaysia. They were good value. He was buggered as he was with a car company doing some show. His missus was with him also, and that's all she did, travel around to car shows, and do stuff. Good work if you can get it.

Anyway, as I said there were a lot of people there. Not many Australians I thought. But how wrong I was. I did not know that we were in the presence of Australian Pop Royalty.

I am an ardent fan of popular culture. Indeed, I will sit through reality shows, so I know what is going on. One of these I sat through was Popstars. I always thought the original group, Bardot, were not a patch on Girlfriend (later GF4), but they tried hard. (My mate always had a thing for Melanie, and went as far as buying the CD, just so he could perv on her - good one mystery man from Richmond.). And I thought they would have been together for a while, just to allow Tiffany to pay off her boob job.

Interesting snippet on GF4. I was watching Hey Hey it's Saturday one time and they were on it. They were miming and dancing around like they do. Then I noticed that one of the team (Jacqui, I think) was wearing a boob tube sort of thing. As the dancing became more intensive and she was a little disturbed. There was something coming out of the boob tube! I believed it was her boobs. But being the trooper she was, she carried on. When the song ended, the first thing she did was turn around and start shovelling her now pressed bosums back up into the boob tube. Daryl didn't notice. I did, and jumped straight onto the phone and called up mystery man from Richmond, who I believe was watching the action, but didn't notice, as he was perving too hard on Melanie. Perhaps I am the perv for noticing this. So be it. At least I didn't buy the CD to perv on Melanie.

Back to my story. We were sitting on the second tier in the Moulin Rouge, and below us on the first tier was a person I remembered. It took me a while to figure it out, but it was Tamara from Scandal'us! Oh happy days! It was a while since I can remember being in the presence of such greatness. That is her there on the right.

She had some single out a while back titled 'Oh ah' or some shit. I saw her interviewed on 'Sunrise' by Molly and he was saying how good it was. Crap. The song was shit. I don't know how it went, but it's not my cup of tea.

Anyway, she was there with some bloke. They spent a lot of time outside smoking (outside anyway), and she was wearing a printed wrap around dress. I think my partner went into the toilet with her, but she didn't give me any gossip from the toilets. The bloke was a bit weedy, and was definately not that numbnut from Australian Idol. He was wearing a jeans and a shirt. He was one cool looking (weedy) dude.

I did see that she was mentioned in the latest New Weekly, that finds its way into the house. As having a 'Hot body'. I didn't think she had such a great body, as there wasn't much to her when I saw her. I was going to saw hello and mention that I was a fan, but I'm not, and she was enjoying the night like we were. We did meet a Kiwi from Broome when we were booking the tickets. It is a small world.

There were a lot of Chinese tourists there that night. I am not a small bloke, and when the time came to leave, the Chinese all rushed at the door. There were people trying to get out. There was a crush. A lady was trying to get out from the bottom tiers, we were coming from the top tiers, Tamara and her guest were coming in also, and suddenly this Chinese woman makes a break for it! I moved into the crush too, so that some people from the bottom could get out, alternating liek you should. Then came gridlock. No one was moving (at least not fast). I said that the Chinese lady should wait, and still she keeped slowly moving forward like a slow moving, stuck in a crush of people, perpetual motion machine.

Eventually, she popped out and moved fast to meet up with her tour group. Of whcih there were, it seemed like, thousands. I let the lady from the bottom teir in, then I think it was Tamara and man, then us. I hope she remembers my gallant act. Probably doesn't, but it was a nice thing for me to do. She walked out and so did we. We got on a train full of French crazy people and went home. I don't know where she went.

But at least I saw a famous person. Not every day I get to see a TV star. And the guy from Malaysia was dark on the Chinese tourists. I mean real dark. Almost racisit in his views. Anyway, I was dark on that little shiela for pushing in. Hope she learnt a lesson when I moved in and stopped her 'long march' forward.

Blog - review

There are a lot of jokers out there with Blogs.

Most are earnest, and talk about love life etc. This is an example. When I was younger, it wasn't polite to talk abotu 'cuddling after sex'. It was rare enough to get it, and even better to be able to hang around afterwards.

This poor chick is a Kiwi stuck in Rhode Island. She is young and obvioulsy niave in the ways of the world. And she's from Dunedin, which I have been too. It is pretty far south in NZ, and there is a statue of Robby Burns there. We were there for about an hour and then drove back to Queenstown, but at least I can say I've been there.

Her photo. I bet that was a staged shot. Not like mine. I wish I could mix the intellectual with the intellectually disabled. That's a bit mean, but it's Friday. If she was from Dunedin, she would have some Scotish ancestry.

I have. It is quite embarrising. One of my middle names is Gordon. And I have, brace yourself, some red pubic hair. It's a genetic throw back. Although I must say that it is not fire engine red. Although that would be fun at parties, 'Hey, have a look at my firey cock!' Also, when I don't shave I get red hair growing out of my manly beard. People call it bumfluff, but not me!

My whiskers come out in a nice autumnal hue, not dissimmilar to the light that Clint Eastwood is famous for in Unforgiven and Bridges of Madison County (I've only ever seen Unforgiven). This young lasses hair is not red, nor does it show any signs of redness. I call her a fraud!

Those Scots should get together and dye her hair red. She should embrace her redness. I didn't realise until another look at her blog, that she is a member of PETA, or has a link to it.

Christ. A professional worrier I think. No visible red hair (pubic not sure about), an ex-pat abroad in the US, saying things like this: 'I can't figure it out whether I miss him because its (sic) him or because I miss being held when its (sic again!) cold out'.

Yep, young, earnest and a worrier. Her Scotish roots would allow for animal cruelty. It's cold in the highlands, and some of those sheep look good after some porridge and whiskey.

She has been blogging for a while, and this looks like a journal of her study in the US. Fuck that. I thought about doing my MA in the US. Too expensive, and I am too pompous to be over there. And I would get into them about stuff. I might have been booted out. So I did mine at Monash.

This is a stupid review and I am going to finish it here. Well done for sticking with it for this far. I probably wouldn't have. I'm sure that Caitlin is a nice person and doing good work over there for the NZ cause. I don't approve of some of the things she's written about sex, as her parents might read it. But then again, I've said that I have some red pubic hair.

That's enough of this rubbish. Better stop somewhere.

Photos on line

Well, I've done it. I've put up an online photo album. The link is here and also across there on the right. It only has the photos of our trip to NZ at the moment, as I have exceeded my monthly limit on uploads, and I'm too tight to spend the cash to upgrade to a magic all you can use account. That's just me, all right!

The photos have turned up OK. I have a few that my mate has Photoshopped and they have come up well. I am going to get them framed so I can hang them up at home. But I'm a bit lazy.

How's the weather? Fuck, check these photos out here. How'd that be? Christ it would be chilly. I've been in Seoul in late November, and that was fresh. I was even propositioned by a Korean 'lady of the night'. Or at least that's what I thought she was doing. Perhaps I was flattering myself. Perhaps I still am. I had a few beers, it was cold, she came up to me speaking Korean.

I think she thought I was a US soldier, as the base was just around the corner. How wrong she was. She was talking to me, and I was a little tired and emotional. I let her go, and all I could manage to her was 'Not tonight love, bit tired'. She hung around a bit, until a cab turned up and I got into it and went back to my hotel.

Only time that has ever happened to me.

I am going to get my camera here on Monday and take some snaps of things in my office. That will be exciting. I will even give a description. Won't that be fun!

NZ was fun, but not as much fun as Paris. That was a hoot. Next month, I will put up some more photos of my European jaunt. That was good fun. Here's a random photo from Paris.

This is a street near where we were staying. I think I have captured the cosmopolitan nature of Paris. The beauty of Paris shines through in all its glory.

It was a bit dreary there too. The weather was starting to change and it was a bit chilly. There are a lot of female underwear shops in Paris too.

And let me tell you, it isn't the Target specials either.

Christ, I've seen some undies, and then there are Paris underpants. They looked flimsy, but probably aren't. I'm not going to try them on and walk around like a woman.

These underwear shops were everywhere! Those French chicks must be spending a bit on undies. I suppose you ahve to be comfortable, but that alluring? No one knows though, and chicks like to feel 'like a woman'. Good on you girls. And good on you French girls for keeping the myth of women wearing sexy undies all the time alive. Well done.