Dead wood, Nudity and Rochelle. Among other things.

It’s amazing how clearing a bit of dead wood out of your life improves things. I took that bloody Kloss stereo and its boomy bass back to where I bought it and ordered a proper sound system. Did someone say retail therapy?Just to forewarn you, I am going to start on about the Mars Bar again since it’s about the only thing that is regularly of any significance in my life at the moment. Yes we have sunk to new depths I tell you.Every Friday and Saturday night at about 2am they put on a drag show and in line with drag show tradition it is repeated week after week. About half way through it a man dressed as a woman, who calls him/herself Rochelle, struts out and yells to the crowd “HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU ALL”. (It’s the same every week but it’s funny every time.) She bangs on for a bit about what events are coming up on the Adelaide scene (trust me, this is brief) and then gets anyone having a birthday or hens night or bat mitzvah up on stage and asks them to reveal their genitalia. And some people actually do. I was particularly impressed last Saturday because while I was in the DJ booth talking to Beejay the DJ/MC guy I noticed a scribbled note on the desk saying“21st birthday here tonight, name is Steve* - will strip”.which just proves how organized they are with all this. (*Names have been changed so as not to incriminate people who should know better. Actually - fuck it - they damn well deserve to be incriminated: his real name was Corey.) Incidentally you can check out Beejay’s site here. He puts photos up as well. He uses that as a threat to people. In fact I think he put one of me on there – no genitalia on show though, thankfully.Just before the ugly lights came on I saw Daniel (my near-fiancé from last week) and, out of concern for his welfare in regards to him walking through the parklands in the dark, I offered him a lift home. The offer was taken up and of course then we had to ‘go in and have coffee’ and it sure wasn’t Nescafe Blend 43 instant because I didn’t end up leaving his place till after 10 on Sunday night. Actually, I think I may have had more than one coffee while I was there, if you can read the subtext. And they were more like iced macchiatos than short blacks. Was this slothful iniquity? Yes. But was this fun? Yes. Am I unnerved at people who mention the L word a little too early on in the getting to know phase? Resoundingly, yes.