Saturday, June 16, 2007

Saturday night at the highrise, who cares what you see

In the very inner Melbourne, we live an exciting life. We positively rage on Saturday nights with the 'Scottish Doctor' (I believe there is a Teacher who would like to meet you Minister) and tv. In order of viewing, Coxies Big Break, Seven news, Great Outdoors, Are You Being Served, Kick (new SBS show that I am giving a chance to), The Bill, New Tricks.

I expect I will be passed out asleep by eleven, but don't worry, I will rise at five, pop a pill or two and go off to a club that will just be starting to pump, or is that jump?

Not quite all doom and gloom really. We had a nice breakfast out, did some food shopping, home and did stuff around the place, walked to the Casino and had a late lunch and spent five dollars each in the pokies. Caught a tram home, had a chicken roast dinner.

What this post was actually going to be was to draw your attention to a webcam. The Pasha Bulker ran aground on Nobbys Beach in Newcastle, NSW. It is still there and getting pounded by waves. You can see it on webcam. But don't look now if you are in Australia, it is night time. AET 21.55, GMT 11.55, PST 4.55.
Coastal Watch , a site for surfers to check waves, but has expanded a bit.

Friday, June 15, 2007


Well Victorian government minister Thwaites has sullied himself in my eyes. Just another snow loving middle class snout in the trough. Worse, he is my local member.

Prime Minister aspirant Kevin Rudd still doing ok. I recall the first time I heard him on radio as a backbencher talking about some foreign affairs matter. I was so impressed that I asked my ex NT policeman and pollie friend about him. He was a diplomat or something like that, replied my friend. Now I am sure he will go like the rest of them.

Pollie to watch. She is turning into a real head kicker. Every government needs one. Go Penny Wong and guys, hang on to your balls when around her.

Since I don't have to live in our states to far east, NZ, I can just admire New Zealand's Prime Minister from afar. She governs a racially difficult country that does not have much in the way of natural resources, but still seems to be booming.

Does anyone remember the sad ass New Zealand under Piggy Muldoon? David Langy did some marvellous things including standing up the United States over visiting nuclear ships and getting isolated from the ANZUS (Australia New Zealand United States) defence treaty. Langy was very clever and a great wit, but under his leadership, some fairly nasty things happened to your average person. He was of a time and his treasurer carried the can. Thatcherism, Reagenomics, and Rogernomics. A period of conservative government followed where this was reinforced. Then came Helen Clark(not a dyke), the present PM of NZ.

We in the western NZ states don't hear a lot from her but every time I do, I can't help but be impressed. Small countries need pride and with this woman at the helm if I was a NZder, I would feel some pride with such a down to earth and call a shit shovel a shit shovel type person. Oh to be a fly on the wall when she meets with our PM Howard. I am sure they hate each other.

So NZers, from an outsider's perspective, she should make you feel proud.

Here are a couple of excerpts from our ABC's 7.30 Report.

KERRY O'BRIEN: Since taking control of Fiji in a coup last December, self appointed Prime Minister Commodore Bainimarama has been under pressure to restore democracy.

In a surprise move today, he unilaterally expelled the New Zealand High Commissioner Michael Green, citing interference in sovereign affairs as his reason.

But the trigger may be related to a perceived snub at an international rugby match.

New Zealand's Prime Minister, Helen Clark(not a lesbian), who's visiting Sydney on a trade mission, has condemned the action as "completely unacceptable", and she joins me now.

Helen Clark(not a licker), I guess I have to start with the more bizarre possibility in this equation, that Commodore Bainimarama has expelled your High Commissioner in a fit of peak because he feels he was slighted at a football game, between, was it a junior All-black's and Fiji? Is that possible?

KERRY O'BRIEN: Since taking control of Fiji in a coup last December, self appointed Prime Minister Commodore Bainimarama has been under pressure to restore democracy.

In a surprise move today, he unilaterally expelled the New Zealand High Commissioner Michael Green, citing interference in sovereign affairs as his reason.

But the trigger may be related to a perceived snub at an international rugby match.

New Zealand's Prime Minister, Helen Clark(does not know what a dental dam is), who's visiting Sydney on a trade mission, has condemned the action as "completely unacceptable", and she joins me now.

Helen Clark( doesn't know how to drive trucks), I guess I have to start with the more bizarre possibility in this equation, that Commodore Bainimarama has expelled your High Commissioner in a fit of peak because he feels he was slighted at a football game, between, was it a junior All-black's and Fiji? Is that possible?

It must have been and these rumours are around. I don't know whether there's any substance to them but all I can say is if you're pretending to be the Prime Minister of a country and you can't organise decent seats at a rugby game in your country, there's got to be something wrong.

That came across as very humorous.

Are you concerned the may be irrational thinking going on here, that there maybe some deeper issues at play?

HELEN CLARK:(my husband is not gay)
Frankly, the Fiji interim government didn't appear to give a toss about that and I guess they'll take the consequences.

What kind of PM says, 'give a toss about'?

She is one tough chickie babe and I quite like tough chickie babes.

Your trivia for the day, Australia's constitution states that is ok for us to take over New Zealand. I would assume with their agreement.

Local Artist

R, henceforth to be be known as Goodengubba R, painted this the other day. Rather good I think. I like it and have commissioned Goodengabba R to paint one for my bedroom. The green bits are turtles. It about 1200mm x 800mm or a good 3 feet by 2 and a half feet.

For overseas readers, it is in the style of Aboriginal dot painting. Dame M once told me that paintings in that style are meant to be viewed from above as if you are looking down on them. They make a lot more sense I discovered then.

Thursday, June 14, 2007


It has been months since I have looked at my blog stats. Over a hundred people a day reading my nonsense, nay, I do make the odd good post. I enjoy reading your blogs and being a small part of your life. Ren's post today or yesterday concerns me greatly and I wish I could make a sensible comment that she would think about and all her problems would be solved. I cannot. We can all be teetering on the edge.

So what have brought people to my blog when they were searching for something?

As always, turn off telstra 101 is there. Clearly Telstra needs to upgrade their blog monitoring staff or they would have sorted this out long ago. You can turn Telstra's phone answering service on with your phone keypad, but you you need to speak to someone to turn it off.

Timber trestle bridge Eltham. Yes, did post about that too.

Tara Morice. Yes.

Sex in Geelong. Ask my sister.

Oh look, Andy's labia is being searched for.

Most searched, Silver Daddies. Hate the term and the mental images it conjures.

Metropolis 480 St Kilda Road, yes, know about that one.

Palmerston phone south melbourne kingsway. Better you use the phone book.


Funny kind of a day. I stayed up too late last night and paid for it this morning. By one pm I was in Brunswick Street getting a hair cut. I have decided that generally, I don't like straight males cutting my hair. Although my hair cuts are hardly challenging for anyone, gay guys and women seem to do it just that bit better.

There were two hoods at the tram stop waiting with me on the way back to town. They were having a competition to see who could kick whom in the balls. Seems to be a lot of this on Youtube, bless them. They were only about sixteen and very sweet looking. I assumed them to be straight young rowdies, but now I am not not so sure. They had matching mobiles. They both had great hair in the modern fashion with lots of colour. They kept poking at each other. They were pulling their shirts up to show each other either the tops of their boxers or belt buckles. One decided to empty his shopping bag. He pulled out a shirt the same as the one he had on, but different colour. Then he pulled out a g string, or thong. There were two women sitting opposite them, one a stern faced old misery and the other a younger lass. Misery remained composed but the other lass smiled widely. "This is the Paris end of Collins Street", I overheard one say. They conversation then alternated between Paris, France and Paris Hilton. I felt like chipping in with Paris, Texas (t'was a movie).

I had just missed a number 3o tram, so I stayed on the tram until well into the city. I walked up Alfred Place and then Heffernan Lane to QV for some shopping. There was something about Alfred Place that I noticed, but it has slipped my mind. I did a bar persons course in the city when I was eighteen I think. It was mentioned that there was a camp bar in Alfred Place and I recall later there was the Italian Waiter's Club and Miettas, the restaurant. Now the Stamford Hotel dominates.

Heffernan Lane was interesting. There were all these signs that looked like parking signs. Here is what I just found out about them. Evangelos Sakaris' work, Word and Way, in Heffernan Lane, links the Greek and Chinese cultures of Lonsdale and Little Bourke Streets by disguising quotes from the ancient philosophers, Heraclitus and Lao Tzu, as public signage.

I love our city lanes and always use them when practical. You never know what you may come across.

Reading List

Rosanna tagged me a while ago to do this. It slipped my mind for a couple of weeks, but here it is.

Instructions: Look at the list of books below.
• Bold the ones you’ve read.
• Italicise the ones you want to
• Don’t do anything to the ones that you aren’t interested in.

• And I add another. Underline books you can't remember if you read or saw the movie

1. The Da Vinci Code (Dan Brown)
2. Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen)0
3. To kill a Mockingbird (Harper Lee)

4. Gone With The Wind (Margaret Mitchell)
5. The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King (Tolkien)
6. The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring (Tolkien)
7. The Lord of the Rings: Two Towers (Tolkien)
8. Anne of Green Gables (L.M. Montgomery)

9. Outlander (Diana Gabaldon)
10. A Fine Balance (Rohinton Mistry)
11. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Rowling)
12. Angels and Demons (Dan Brown)
13. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Rowling)
14. A Prayer for Owen Meany (John Irving)
15. Memoirs of a Geisha (Arthur Golden)
16. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (Rowling)
17. Fall on Your Knees (Ann-Marie MacDonald)
18. The Stand (Stephen King)
19. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Rowling)
20. Jane Eyre (Charlotte Bronte)
21. The Hobbit (Tolkien)
22. The Catcher in the Rye (J.D. Salinger)
23. Little Women (Louisa May Alcott)
24. The Lovely Bones (Alice Sebold)
25. Life of Pi (Yann Martel)
26. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (Douglas Adams)
27. Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte)
28. The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe (C. S. Lewis)
29. East of Eden (John Steinbeck)
30. Tuesdays with Morrie (Mitch Albom)
31. Dune (Frank Herbert)
32. The Notebook (Nicholas Sparks)
33. Atlas Shrugged (Ayn Rand)
34. 1984 (Orwell)
35. The Mists of Avalon (Marion Zimmer Bradley)
36. The Pillars of the Earth (Ken Follett)
37. The Power of One (Bryce Courtenay)
38. I know this much is true (Wally Lamb)
39. The Red Tent (Anita Diamant)
40. The Alchemist (Paulo Coelho)
41. The Clan of the Cave Bear (Jean M. Auel)
42. The Kite Runner (Khaled Hosseini)
43. Confessions of a Shopaholic (Sophie Kinsella)
44. The Five People You Meet In Heaven (Mitch Albom)
45. Bible
46. Anna Karenina (Tolstoy)
47. The Count of Monte Cristo (Alexandre Dumas)
48. Angela’s Ashes (Frank McCourt)
49. The Grapes of Wrath (John Steinbeck)
50. She’s Come Undone (Wally Lamb)
51. The Poisonwood Bible (Barbara Kingsolver)
52. A Tale of Two Cities (Dickens)
53. Ender’s Game (Orson Scott Card)
54. Great Expectations (Dickens)
55. The Great Gatsby (Fitzgerald)
56. The Stone Angel (Margaret Laurence)
57. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Rowling)
58. The Thorn Birds (Colleen McCullough)
59. The Handmaid’s Tale (Margaret Atwood)
60. The Time Traveller’s Wife (Audrew Niffenegger)
61. Crime and Punishment (Fyodor Dostoyevsky)
62. The Fountainhead (Ayn Rand)
63. War and Peace (Tolstoy)
64. Interview with a Vampire (Anne Rice)
65. Fifth Business (Robertson Davis)
66. One Hundred Years Of Solitude (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)
67. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (Ann Brashares)
68. Catch 22 (Joseph Heller)
69. Les Miserables (Hugo)
70. The Little Prince (Antoine de Saint-Exupery)
71. Bridget Jones’ Diary (Fielding)
72. Love in the Time of Cholera (Marquez)
73. Shogun (James Clavell)
74. The English Patient (Michael Ondaatje)
75. The Secret Garden (Frances Hodgson Burnett)
76. The Summer Tree (Guy Gavriel Kay)
77. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (Betty Smith)
78. The World According to Garp (John Irving)
79. The Diviners (Margaret Laurence)
80. Charlotte’s Web (E.B. White)
81. Not Wanted On The Voyage (Timothy Findley)
82. Of Mice And Men (Steinbeck)
83. Rebecca (Daphne DuMavrier)
84. Wizard’s First Rule (Terry Goodkind)
85. Emma (Jane Austen)
86. Watership Down (Richard Adams)
87. Brave New World (Aldous Huxley)
88. The Stone Diaries (Carol Shields)
89. Blindness (Jose Saramago)
90. Kane and Abel (Jeffrey Archer)
91. In The Skin Of A Lion (Ondaatje)
92. Lord of Flies (Golding)
93. The Good Earth (Pearl S. Buck)
94. The Secret Life of Bees (Sue Monk Kidd)

95. The Bourne Identity (Robert Ludlum)
96. The Outsiders (S.E. Hinton)
97. White Oleander (Janet Fitch)
98. A Woman of Substance (Barbara Taylor Bradford)
99. The Celestine Prophecy (James Redfield)
100. Ulysees (James Joyce)

She is at it again

Just like when we had our tunnel fire and Sydney then had to do a bit of one one-upmanship with a bad river cat accident, she just cannot nor bear us to have our own tragedy.

We have a truck into a train with a terrible loss of life and while she did not quite crack the number, NSW had to go all out with a flood that also killed people. I am getting a bit paranoid about this.

Shaved down under. Beware. Frank personal detail and sexual content.

Steph had been sent many pictures of guy's cocks. She is an attractive young(ish) lass with badly chipped fingernail polish, so it is not surprising when she asked. Only one guy was prepared to share his pic with his name and even Steph did not dare publish it but left it to a crony. It was a fully shaved model. I am not keen on the look when it shows shaver rash and hair regrowth problems. If you are going to do the little boy look, then you have to do it free of evidence.

I think I wrote a post on my hair problems in the past. But I did not go into the really personal details.

I give the you the brief version from the past. As you get older, more hair grows and in new places. Above neck, I shave and pluck eyebrows. I shave and pluck ears. I pluck by hand and with tweezers nose. Ears get shaved and plucked. Of course I shave my face.

The bod, I used to pluck the odd hair around my nipples, but now so many grow on my chest, I just occasionally drag a razor over them.

Fine light hair now grows on my stomach. I leave that well alone. It is all very new to me.

Underarms I used to trim until a friend told me that he shaves his off. Not as inclined to smell, and he was right. I now shave my underarms every so often. In winter, it is not so important. Strangely, I have very hairy underarms, although fair.

There is the stray long hair that grows in an odd place that I pluck off.

Why do I bother? Who would notice? Well, I notice. I may be an ageing poof, but at heart I am still a smooth young man who his pursued by a hot daddy looking for a cute boi........or the reverse.

Just as an aside, I recall a gorgeous looking young guy I met in a sopv (look it up yourself) one day. He was ten years younger than me, but he so got off on my smooth body. He was a slim young man, but not really smooth. I guess he liked what he wasn't.

I have been known to shave or wax my legs, but only for very special occasions.

There was even a time when I could not tolerate hair on my fingers or toes and used to remove it. (Ah, just checked, not really hair on my fingers or hands and only very fair hair on my big toes).

What about the middle body bit, I hear you asking? Oh, you didn't. Course you did or you would not still be reading.

Crack wax. I can do it for you. I have done it for others and do it for myself. I suppose it is somewhat undignified doing your own. Squatting over a mirror is not the best look....well, that could be qualified, but I leave it alone. I like to overheat the wax the first time, just to see how you react. If your cheeks are hairy, I don't know about that, but I think I would use a razor but I suppose wax would work but you better be paying for the wax if you have a hairy ass.

What about the front bottom. Oh, I don't have one of those. I have bits hanging around. When very young, I used to trim a bit with scissors. Now I trim heavily with scissors. The stalk and the nads and under the nads are shaved smooth. The bit above is shaved into a flatish inverted triangle, with a significant apex I might tell you.

It is hardly a sexual thing to do you own hair removal, but doing someone else's can be. Or it can be clinical.

And if you are a virgin to hair removal, Doctor Highriser knows how to make the prickles stay at bay. I don't know about getting guys into good muscular shape, but I do know about hair removal and making the best of what they have.

Just like Miss Practically Perfect pulled a post the next morning after too much joi de vivre, I might do the same, or I might not.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Draft post 04/05/07 Travel alert

This was just a reminder note for a post. I never got around to it but I recall what made me write the note. A snow dome contains liquid and a no no when travelling internationally.

No liquids in your hand luggage if you are travelling to foreign climes. Includes snow domes.

Walking Melbourne posts

I have been posting some photos with commentaries to Walking Melbourne. It is far more time consuming that writing a blog post. Checking the area out, taking the photos, choosing, fixing and sizing the photos, writing a comment and then posting them. There is no great reward, but I don't know of anyone else who has recorded these unique buildings. (Well, some have but you gotta buy the book)

If you want to take a look, click on Walking Melbourne and go to the forum. I don't think you have to be a member to just read. Then go to the Forum, then Buildings and Architecture, then the thread Alexandra Avenue - What do you know? My photos start on page two but skim through the whole thread to get why I took the photos. I am looking around for a new project. Suggestions welcome, but not too far away.

Vale Dawn O'Donnell

She was perhaps Sydney's equivalent to Melbourne's Jan Hillier. I had heard of her and I knew she was a dyke and a Sydney VIP, but that was about my extent of knowledge.

I had no idea she was part of all the venues mentioned. Many of them I have been in or know/knew of them. She sure mixed some shady people. I book could be written on Roger-Claude Teyssedre and I expect one has been on Abe Saffron. I net searched Teyssedre and spent an hour reading about him. I already know quite a lot about Saffron.

Here is an obit written by D.D. McNichol. Although it does not say, I think he may write for The Australian, his father certainly did.

Although little known outside the gay scene, she was accepted as the
driving force in bringing gay clubs out ofthe shadows and into the
mainstream of Sydney entertainment. Ms O'Donnell, who was approaching
her 80th birthday, was still running gay pubs in Sydney's inner
western suburbs up until her death yesterday from ovarian cancer.

Born in Paddington in 1928, Ms O'Donnell first made a name for
herself as an ice-skater when she was a teenager. After she abandoned
competition, she continued as a coach before becoming a successful
butcher in the Sydney harbourside suburb of Rose Bay.

Her first venture into gay entertainment was in the late 60s when she
opened Capriccio's on Oxford Street. It was followed by Jools,
Ruby's, Patches, Flo's Palace and the Exchange Hotel. She also ran
the Toolshed sex shops and various steam baths where the still
illegal gay scene flourished.

Never keen to seek personal publicity, Ms O'Donnell was happy for her
business partners, the late controversial businessman Abe Saffron and
Roger Claude Teyssedre, to be caught in the public spotlight.

Teyssedre, who owned the profitable gay CBD haunt King Steam, died in
April 1990 and left his considerable fortune to his lover Ludwig
Gertsch - who was murdered a year later.

It was around that time that Ms O'Donnell started moving her
operations from Oxford Street and Darlinghurst to the inner-west
suburbs of Newtown and Erskineville, where she still owned the
Imperial Hotel.

She also took to calling herself Dawn O'Donnell Irwin.

Yesterday, her longtime friend Bruce Pollack said Ms O'Donnell was as
much noted for her quiet philanthropy as her commercial success.

"She was a tireless supporter of charities, both lesbian and gay and
mainstream," he said.

Ms O'Donnell is survived by her partner of many years, Aniek Baten.
D.D. McNicoll
June 12, 2007

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Oh no, not water again

R made it quite clear to me that he is fed up with worrying about our water consumption. We have been a bit through the mill over water, what with the building's water consumption and discovering our personal use is rather high.

A neighbour has been doing some personal investigations and he did not ask us, but I provided him with details of our water bills going back eighteen months. He has put them into a clear comparative format.

Compared to two neighbours, couples, both childless, we should use around the same amount of water as they do. Except they all have other properties and are here about 7/8ths of the time we are. They don't work and so don't have so much washing. They use their dishwashers about every three days, we use ours nearly every day, full. They probably shower once a day rather than us twice a day. Perhaps they have water saving shower heads. At least one couple has a water efficient front loading washing machine and we don't.

Their bills, between 12 and 14 kilolitres per three months. Ours around 30 to 32.

It is a big difference, nearly double or triple.

Ok, I have made it clear in the past that I am not giving up my showerhead for a water saving model. I have tried them, R has tried them and we do not like them.

But we could try flow restrictors. At a small hardware store in the city in QV, they had restrictors of 9, 12 and 18 litres per second. Our showers are not mains pressure but the water is pumped, so it is less than normal at 20 litres per minute. Unfortunately they were out of 12s, so we bought a 9, the standard now I believe. Hideous. I was freezing cold in the shower because there was no proper spread of water. Forget it. Maybe I could wear a 15.

R visited the very large hardware shop at Altona the next day and was among the last to travel at 100 kph on the Westgate Freeway. He brought home some flow restrictors, four for the price of the one in the city. Ok, it was better quality, but these do the job. Strangely the 9 litre one seemed better, but not good enough. I then tried the 12 litre one and while it does noticeably restrict the water pressure from the shower, I think I can get used to it.

If I don't get used to it and I don't see a considerable drop in our water consumption, it can go down the chute and I go back to my glorious full flow standard shower head. I know in dollar terms it won't make much difference and it irks me that our governments have not secured us a decent supply of water but the neighbour comparison does alarm me somewhat.

Monday, June 11, 2007


Like some of our immigrants have taken the word wog as their own and blacks in the US have taken niggers for their own use between them, up to a point, most gay men don't have a huge problem with the word poofter.

But if any of the above are used as an abuse, of course there are problems and I cannot forget my childhood when poofter was only a derogatory term with a clear negative meaning.

Someone posted in a public internet forum the word poofter. He is a talented guy in his field and I religiously follow his artistic efforts. In a reference to his work, he mentioned wanky, arty, poofter in a self deprecating way. I am not sure if I over reacted, but I just did not like it and sent him a private message with my views. I was nice of course and my only really complaint was that it was public forum. I did get what he meant. He sent back a very nice apologetic and explanatory reply and he also has a good sense of humour.

As I said, I may have overreacted, but it is a dangerous and very loaded word to use around people my age. If you use it in your blog, I will judge it in its context. But don't let it run off your fingers, just think about it first. I have seen the word in some blogs I read but I can't say I have ever read it in a blog and being offended, but all my blog mates are such nice people.

Now this old pooftah queen needs his beauty sleep.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Balloon at 25 metres

I know I said no more balloon pictures, but they were terribly close. Sailed over the top of the synagogue on the other side of the road and then between two building just a couple of blocks, (Aussie blocks, not US blocks) away. Being awake at at the pc as the sun rises is very pleasant.

A friend of a friend.....

Well, ok, it is Dame M's tenant. He has a female friend who is about forty. She is financially comfortable but without a partner. She is not unattractive, but I am not keen on her. She is very loud and gets very drunk in the manner that she drapes herself over people.

I like women who like a drink. They are usually fun and wicked. But I am not keen on drapey women who with their alcohol sodden breath whisper into your ear that they think you are wonderful and amazing and what a pity you are..................

I just try stay away from her. But R was the recipient today of a call from a distressed Dame M today. She cannot cope with this woman. Dame M might like a drink or ten, but she holds it together pretty well. If Dame M falls over, it more likely her eyesight than that she is p*ssed. (hey, you gotta make excuses for friends).

Dame M did not sleep well last night thinking about this woman. R gave her some clarity of thought and she is going to have a word to her tenant about this woman. I expect it will be along the lines of that she is welcome, but not if she has had too much.

A few years ago in Dame M's company, along with her hot great nephew and his girlfriend, I got a bit out of line talking to the great nephew after having a glass too many. Dame allowed me the luxury of a day to nurse my head, but the day after that, I received a stern phone call. 'Well, what were you like'.

My conversation with the great nephew was ok really, it was the fact that it was in front of Dame M. Again last night the Brighton Antique Dealer was talking about her first husband, the one of arabic origins and his nine inches. Dame M just looked the other way.

I am sure this friend of the tenant is a nice person when she is sober, but she is not a great drunk.