boy about town

i'm typing this in the same room i typed by first year-8 assignment, creatively entitled my first assignment. at the time, paul keating was aussie p-m, i'd never been kissed and i was using the word processing software, first choice. things have changed a bit since then... a lot since then... but home has always remained home.

i've just spent 3 amazing weeks in my home country. i've worked it in brissie's newest bar-cum-club-cum-place-to-be, cloudlands; have been accussed of stealing an ovary whilst staying in melbourne; danced to mr g in sydney; and tanned-it-up on the gold coast. i've also introduced piero to lots of the people that matter. it's been an amazing trip and somewhat grounding. but the best bit really has been the people.

i have such amazing peeps in oz. seeing, laughing and having fun with then again has been nothing short of fantistic.

thanks to the aussie crew for a brill 3 weels. until our paths cross again: stay safe, keep it real and remember l-u-m-i.

a couple of days in sydney visiting emily & katie

mum on the g-coast

just over one hour from home

enjoying the delights with the melbournians - jayde, boy, piero, simon & ellie

as part of the human rights watch london film festival, I checked out afghan idol - a documentary about the making of afghanistan’s version of the tv show pop idol. i’m not a doco fan, but this one was simply amazing. the most striking moment was the controversy created when a female contestant removed her head piece and danced on stage - two no-no’s in afghanistan which resulted in death threats and her having to go into hiding.

i'm not really one to say to do something, but in this case, if you get a chance, do check it out!

winter in london = misery. thankfully, the summer - if it arrives - transforms the grumpy-lazy-londoninium-beast into a the-world’s-premier-party-city. we recently had the first amazing sunny weekend in london. in response, i organised an impromptu-sangria-from-noon-to-midnight-patio-party for a few of the balham-babes and friends.

the next day was spent swaning around wandsworth common, lying in the sun and bumping into gordon ramsey.

one of the most glorious weekends in london ever.

piero at dexters - where gordon was also eating (can you see luc playing softball on the common?)

a london skyline, wandsworth common

 le patio party at mon maison

piero invited me to spend christmas 08 at his home on the mediterranean isle of sardinia. his warning before i came: ‘save yourself, don’t eat all day’. he wasn’t wrong. his mamma and pappa are top cooks and fed me, fed me and fed me some more. ham off the bone, local bread, olives, artichokes, panettone, ravioli, capsicum filled with tuna, spit-roast goat, ricotta balls, almond tarts, fresh fruit, local cheese, one or two bottles of vino and more more more.

snaps to my italian christmas.snaps to my italian christmas.   

snaps to christmas sardinian-style 

 santa gave us stockings

being shown the town - marta, piero and andrea 

 uncle frank getting the singing started

my whole u-s-turning-30-adventure was inspired by wanting to celebrate in las vegas. i’ve always thought the city was trashy, o-t-t and fun - perfect for my 30^th! we rollercoastered-it-up, climbed the eiffel tower, inhaled huge buffets, partied at studio 54, zoomed through the dessert in a convertible, enjoyed a venetian gondola ride and worked-that-strip.

one of the absolute highlights was seeing cirque du soleil’s zumanity - an exploration of human sexuality. it was hot, saucy and hilarious. from the drag-queen-mc, to the lesbianesque-acrobat-dancers-in-a-glass-tank to some seriously-hot-muscle, it was breathtaking and strangely, not that crude. a big thanks to kris for buying me the ticket for my 30^th.

 cool huh?