The last great Hollywood star shuffled off her mortal coil last week. Violet-eyed screen legend Elizabeth Taylor passed away at the ripe old age of 79, bringing down the curtain on the golden age of Hollywood glamour.
Never mind 鈥� we still have Lindsay Lohan!
The curtain is, however, about to go up on some legends of a different nature at the Market Hotel. In a final hurrah for the venue, two of Melbourne鈥檚 oldest will be joined by one of Melbourne鈥檚 loudest to bring back some high camp glamour drag to Commercial Rd. Watch this space.
My gorgeous girlfriend Kitty Deluxe had quite the misfortune recently. The lovely one was the victim of a gay bashing. We all wish Ms Deluxe the speediest of recoveries. You can鈥檛 keep a showgirl down for long. I hear she鈥檚 packing as we speak for a Melbourne visit. Can鈥檛 wait. Homophobia is unfortunately alive and well.
ChillOut proved quite the event, with afternoon downpours not dampening anyone鈥檚 spirits. In fact, all there seemed content to frolic in the mud 脿 la Woodstock to the rocking sounds of the Blow Waves and the beauty and wonder of Dolly Diamond.
Spotted in the moshpit were a barely recognisable Millie Minogue, yours truly sporting thongs, and Monte Dee who later interuppted a local cricket match and was asked to quietly leave the concourse. Can鈥檛 take her anywhere, honestly!
Which Sydney drag boutique is currently stocking most of the cossies and looks from one of Melbourne鈥檚 biggest and best known shows? It appears you can indeed buy anything in Thailand, if the price is right and you know which tuk-tuk to get into. Nothing like originality!
Which Sydney legend has thrown down the gauntlet to a Melbourne performer and writer? It appears this drag superstar has spat the dummy all over the shop lately, tearing strips off some Sydney glamazons and now focusing her wrath south. It seems she feels may have been slighted in print and is now buzzing around like a crotchety hornet.
Honey, chill out. You are loved wide and far and are idolised by many 鈥� me included. However, as the saying goes, sometimes you shouldn鈥檛 meet your idols. I鈥檓 sure if I met Madonna, I would just hate her. Hang on, who am I kidding?
Until next time, remember 鈥� camp can mean a thousand things.
