The shock of the new

Once upon a time I was able to stay out all weekend, eventually staggering home looking like a cross between a terracotta pot and a bastard.

Those were the days, drinks were cheaper, music was better and the boys were way cuter.

Oh, and we had to walk two miles in the snow with no shoes on. Well, that is how it goes, doesn’t it?

I am not sure if I have mentioned it before but my household has increased by one extra showgirl.

I am talking about new girl about town Stacii Gayski (I have no idea why she is called that so don’t ask). It has been fabulous as she is never at home.

Do all showgirls have to go through a rite of passage such as a four-day stretch partying before they are allowed off their training heels?

I fingered the local rags recently (I am very lonely again as you can tell) and noticed that at every party or event there is usually a showgirl there partying like it is 1999.

Once upon a time it was names like Mogadonna, Amelia, Atlanta, Candy, Daisey and Ricca that you would see out all weekend (okay, some of these are still troupers and can be found at a local bar near you).

But who has the torch been passed to? Who are the new bearers of the ring and where do they shake it at?

As mentioned before, Stacii is never shy when it comes to turning her heels up on the dancefloor.

Also, new girls Sydney Novotel and Charisma Cox can usually be found anywhere that there is a dancefloor and a flashing light -“ which is basically at the Shift or Manacle.

Kristen and Christina are usually shaking their coulda-shoulda-wouldas on the Stonewall stage whenever they can (unless I am making Christina kiss strangers -“ then she is at the bar).

Then there is the next gaggle of showgirls.

Like the three musketeers there are four.

Sometimes they travel as two, sometimes as a cast of thousands.

I am talking about Fuchsia Star a.k.a. Fanny Surprise, Della Deluxe, Dallas Dellaforce and Sheila Blige. They never go out for a quiet drink. I am not sure if they know how!

I met Fuchsia and Della last Saturday afternoon clomping around the Oxford Hotel after a marathon night out, both with full beards but still as fresh as daisies.

Some say that it is terrible to see a showgirl who has been out 24 hours and is still out, but I have to say whenever I do it still brings a smile to my face.

And isn’t that what it is all about, putting a smile on your face?

EYESPY Congratulations go out to Polly and her Follies for the anniversary last Sunday night -“ was it 13 or 14 years? I was there for the marathon and as always had a great time. Here’s to 13 or 14 more years, if you can handle it!