Sweet charity

Sweet charity

What a weekend last weekend was! My charity corns are red raw. It seemed like every charity had a function that looked bigger and better than the next one. For someone who is a strong believer in karma (yes, those who have crossed me will get theirs in one way or another) I find it hard to say no to a charity organisation that asks for help. I think if I am free it gets me off the lounge and my head out of the refrigerator.

Being the start of AIDS Awareness Week, last weekend was kicked off at Stonewall Hotel with their annual Red Party. Patrons were entertained by some of Sydney’s finest (not to be confused with the other so-called Sydney’s finest caught giving pleasure to a fellow social showgirl in the steam room of Bodyline), and even a surprise performance by Australian Idol contestant Cosima, who soon had the every patron’s picture phone in the air. I was pashing a boy at the bar so this information was later told to me by Sheila and Fuchsia.

All said and done, it was a very successful fundraising night, but let’s fast-track to Sunday.

Sunday was huge -“ almost every club had something on, each with a star-studded line up. The Midnight Shift had the launch of sexy heartthrob Michal Nicolas’s new album and they even imported Studio 54’s DJ Nicky Siano. Great music and a sexy boy with a tendency to take his shirt off, so the night was a roaring success.

At the other end of town at Arq nightclub, we were served a fabulous plate of entertainers consisting of names such as Chelsea Bun, Minnie Cooper, Kitty Glitter, the girls from the Imperial (Mitzi, Wyness and Farren) and Vanity Faire to name a few. So much to see, so little time!

By this stage I was well and truly rooted. I MCed a fundraiser at the Crystal Palace at Luna Park for NorthAIDS. From the word go I was a little nervous, walking in 50-degree heat through Luna Park, which was full of families and here I was done up like a Christmas ham. The line-up was some of Sydney’s best opera singers. Now I know that many have read previously that I’m a country boy and the closest thing to opera I have had is the Opera caf?hich serves a mean club sandwich. However, I was soon hooked and before I knew it three and a half hours had gone and it was time for home.

Now I have used all the excuses under the sun for getting out of charity work when I was younger, but when it comes down to it a couple hours isn’t going to kill you.

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