As you may already know, last week was a week of confessions, including one from Vanity Faire about her sounding like a bastard when attempting to sing at karaoke. After reading Vanity’s confession I was a little happy -“ she is so beautiful the last thing we needed was her being able to sing.
Now I can sing a little bit so that is no problem, but my true confession this week is, with video recorder constantly on record, I am addicted to Big Brother once again. I understand that the first series was okay, the second was bearable and the third is just terrible. So why am I watching, you may be asking. Well, there is just one word, Regina! (Okay, I did watch the Uncut episode to have a look at the boys’ dicks.)
Now if you have been wise and haven’t tuned in, Regina is this fabulous little lady from Tasmania, who sounds like she just stepped out of a Kath And KimÂ episode. But what I find the most appealing is her straightforward and honest way of speaking, or is it that the first word she did say as a child could have been f*ck? How could you forget her telling the skinniest girl on her second helping of dinner, Have ya got worms?
Maybe the reason why I feel so close to her is the close resemblance between her and my family. I honestly don’t know, but all I have to say to everyone is, you have to tune in at least once to see this fantastic woman. It will brighten your day considerably. Although Sara-Marie was voted off and twice two big blokes with two stubbies between them won, maybe this is the year of the foul-mouthed little Tasmanian -“ let’s hope Reggie comes home with the bacon.
It is here again, and like previous years I am sure it is going to go off with a bang. I am talking about the Red party at Stonewall Hotel this Saturday. Raising money for ACON, the night will star the fabbie show Houston We Have A ProblemÂ and a plethora of Sydney’s best showgirls. Kick-off is 9pm.
Do you have a Wednesday night free? If so, why not venture out to the Newtown Hotel? The Big, The Bold And The Just Plain Coloured is the new extravaganzaÂ to hit King Street. Starring Doreen Manganini, Natalia and me, the night could only be described as camp.
She has finally left. Last Tuesday we all put Penny Tration on the plane to Cyprus. With banners and balloons, anyone would have thought it was Mardi Gras. I have promised to keep in constant contact and will be giving everyone updates from our Cyprus correspondent.
Who were the two crazy showgirls who found themselves a little crazy last Monday night ending up doing synchronised swimming shows at a city-based sex-on- Â Â premises venue? It brought bonding to a new level and the lunchtime patrons could only watch and laugh.