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I'm Not Dead 2007-05-28 21:48:00 P!nk is definitely the new black. So hot right now! Last night’s concert at the Entertainment Centre was übercool to say the least. To think that I originally didn’t want to go for lack of a theatrical performance! To that, P!nk gave me the proverbial ‘hand’ and proved otherwise in spectacular fashion.The giant feathers and strippergram cops, while not as I had expected, were evident but leant a certain amount of scissor-sister appeal to the show. In fact, not only were the plethora of lesbians in the audience aroused by the rock diva, but I even found myself lusting over her (if only for her hot peroxided hair and washboard stomach!) She was H.O.T. And if you’ve got it, flaunt it… baring plenty of flesh throughout the show in a skimpy two-piece bikini and mini ensembles. Obviously suitable costume choices no less for her acrobatic forays in mesh netting and suspended curtains.Vocally, she was amazing. Her raspy, guttural sound was at its best despite weeks on the touring
Wave that glad and grab life by the stalk... 2007-06-04 02:39:00 It was with great trepidation (but excitement) that Wilma and I headed off to the Capitol Theatre on Friday night to see the much-revered Barry Humphries in his Back With A Vengeance show. Having somehow sneakily secured front row centre seats prior to tickets going on sale online, we were cautious of what would now be our apparent visibility to the star. Never one to shy away from a bit of audience participation, there was however some general concern over Sir Les Patterson’s flagrant speech impediment that was bound to see us dodging the frequently fired spitballs from that grotesque mouth. That itself would have been a blessing given the events that soon unfolded much to my chagrin.The show opened with the incomparable Dame Edna Everage lowered on a giant pair of bedazzled spectacles, waving a gladiola, and accompanied by that infamous cry of “Hellooo Possums!”. The Moonee Ponds housewife hurled the gladiola into the crowd as if tossing a bouquet at a wedding. Naturally, it w
Does my bum look big in this? 2007-12-20 23:58:00 As the year draws to a close, every man and his reindeer compile their best & worst of lists as a tribute to the most notable events of the past 12 months. I don't have a dog, let alone a reindeer, but here's my rear in view…Where to start? At the beginning! A very good place to start. In January, I made my first trip to the Australian Open in Melbourne where I saw the bootylicious Serena Williams and infallible Roger Federer win the respective Grand Slam titles. The Swiss master later went on to win his 11th (Wimbledon) & 12th (US Open) Grand Slams in 2007 in what was another stellar season on the ATP Tour. At the other end of the spectrum at Tennis Sydney, I had a somewhat lightweight season on the Virginia Slims Tour with less silverware to speak of. A paltry runner-up in the Winter competition (by a measly 1 game no less!) tormented this Ice Queen, who failed to cometh in what is usually my bread & butter time of year on court. I found some form late in the year a
Sex... with the City 2008-03-31 02:35:00 The vagabond shoes were killing me. I could barely get them on after the 20-hour flight from New York. Bloated much? Home sweet home after what was easily one of the best, if not the best, weeks of my life! I was a part of it. Right through the very heart of it! I love Sydney and adore coming home after any getaway, but this time, I was actually sad to leave the Big Apple. I only had 6 days on The Island but I made the most of every minute I had. I arrived at my hotel in Chelsea, Manhattan around 6pm on Easter Sunday. It was perfectly located on 24th St just off 6th Avenue, away from the overcrowded and touristy locations. Suitably jet-lagged and running purely on adrenaline, I rendezvoused with my colleague and we went for dinner at a French restaurant just around the corner. No soon
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