Mine and Stink Rich’s Birthday was an absolute blast!!
Pirate Soundsystem, Tom Oke, Jools MF and Baby Clyde all rocked out big time and played fantastic sets-big thanks to them!
Cheers to everyone who came and made it such an ace and stress free night.
Being a Christmas baby sucks ass and was a bit dubious about having a party but all went very well.
Last people left my house at 2pm this afternoon. Ouch!
Click on the birthday gal and boy for the rather messy pictures
I need to go and lie down in a dark room for a few days……
Never won a thing in my days but on last Saturdays (16 Dec) Horse Meat Disco's Vogue Ball - ‘Vauxhall Is Gurning’ I won the John Waters homage category!! Eeeep!
(The Ball is based on the film Paris is Burning where various ‘Houses’ walk down the runway and do their thing in different categories. Madonna pinched Voguing from it.)
I did Divine in Pink Flamingos (though would have liked to have done Connie Marble but couldn’t find a green suit) and referenced certain parts of the film. Kind of obvious really but I love Mr Glen Milstead and have never done a Divine look on purpose before.
After walking down the stairs and slipping over which turned it into a bit of a crawl (well you have to make the most of these situations) I then pulled out some meat (which was actually a cows luing-eww) from my knickers and threw it out to the crowd (“I warmed it up today, in my own little oven“), then chucked an egg on to the stage (“So many little eggies, and I'm still starving“) and finally the last scene from the film, brought out a toy dog which had its arse filled with Nutella and proceeded to eat its ‘poop’.
I was running around backstage so missed the whole 'egg on stage must be cleared up as it's an obstruction' palaver. My apologies to those who had to clear it up but I am an artist. Ha!
No trip to Hawaii or toaster as a prize but have got myself a nice little trophy which I’m rather chuffed about.
My photos are here though I didn’t take many. There were some great looks on show. Some shockers too.
Also pics from Fridays Xxxmas Bump which was good clean fun. (Above photo by Mathew Brindle)
Went and saw the fabulous and beautiful genius that is Patrick Wolf last night with my very good mate Rich in Union Chapel in Islington. Simply sublime.
He’s a very lovely and sweet guy and so talented it makes me want to vomit!!! First time I met him, we sat on a wall while I screamed “I’m a casserole” at people going past. Well that’s what he told me after. I was in a bit of a state…
It’s a shame he doesn’t get more mainstream exposure as he’s far better than most of a lot of singer writer dwaddle out there. He writes songs to fall in love to and will break your heart.
For some reason, Rich and I ended up at Don’t Call Me Babe at Ghetto to say hello to Dusty and Lloyd who were doing the grotto. Screaming Meatloaf and Cher’s ‘Dead ringer for love’ at each other was quite hilarious!
Typical, I take a straight man to a gay club and he cops off with a very hot young lady-sheesh!!
I’m doing a turn at Fannyshack’s Christmas do tomorrow. Did have a very funny and silly piece arranged but the person who was going to do it with me can’t so looks like I’ll be doing Two Magdalene Fuckers to plug the new Trannyshack album (Greatest Tits Part 1) instead.
Ryan Styles is also on the bill (god that boy is fantastic) and the Trannyshack girls will be doing a live version of Tranny Christmas which has one of the best final line of any song “Shag a Tranny, Up the arse cos she’s got no fanny”.
Well not if you’re a Tranny with a Fanny like me but that’s a whole different kettle of cuttlefish.
See the video here
And finally, Christmas is descending upon us again and another birthday for me a mere three days after.
I will be (cough) 30.
It’s no big deal but reaching the end of my 30s is like an end of innocence and youth. It does not mean I’ll be starting to think about settling down and wearing sensible clothes, fuck no. I’ll leave that to the breeders thanks.
I’ve done quite a lot with my short time on this planet and have a lot more to do. Oh yes yes oh yey.
I’ve been quiet lately, have been ill and all sorts.
Have had a cold up and down for ages and wasn’t recovering properly in-between and ended up collapsing and in hospital with a nasty throat infection. Very nasty-felt bloody awful.
Went to the ‘rents for a bit to recuperate which took a lot longer than I thought but finally back on track.
Door whored at a party last week (the Status Quo tribute had the best band name in the world ever; “Quo-Caine”. Genius) and have DJed a few times recently which has been quite good. Finally getting some decks soon (albeit CD ones-can’t really afford vinyl these days and it’s a bitch to carry around) to get good as my mixing skills have a lot to be desired.
This weekend was hard work. Had my Mother in London for the past three days and as much as I love her, glad she’s gone back home.
Stayed at a nice hotel in Canary Warf-she had some Tesco vouchers or something. (My goodness that area has such a weird atmosphere)
Did the Big Wheel Eye thing (Nice clear day so could see for miles)
Bus Tour (Really not worth the money)
River Cruise (the guide slagged off the Tate and modern art in general. When they he held out a box at the end lamely asking for tips he got nowt from me. Silly man)
Popped in the National Portrait Gallery and the Tate Modern
Tower of London (Cool. Made me feel a little proud to be British. We‘ve some cracking history that I know frig all about. Crown Jewels not that impressive though. Needs more sparkle)
Mum is a bit musical mad and wanted to see Wicked or Sound of Music but couldn’t get tickets so saw The Producers (pretty good) and Chicago (better for different reasons. Though the girl playing Velma wasn’t very ‘sexy’ and to me Velma should be all sass and sex).
Ace to be a tourist in the place you live-you temporarily see it differently although it’s all familiar.
I'd thoroughly recommend it.
The Trannyshack album should be out soon (directed and concepted the video myself, not seen the final cut yet) and I am going to be (cough) 30 on December 28th.
Have never been bothered about it until the last few months, especially as I have mates who are in their early twenties.
There seems to come some kind of adult grown up thing that comes with turning 30, as if your childish and days of being a carefree should be over and people view you in a different way.
I have no dependents, no steady partner, no savings, no security, nowhere to call home and no intention of growing up soon.
Age ain’t nothing but a number.
I might be dressing as a lady my birthday (having a joint party with my good buddy Stinkin Rich who is a mere two days younger than me which has been a bit of a head fuck to organise) but it’s not a sign that I’ll be starting to think about buying property or wearing sensible clothes.
Naaaaah. I’ll leave that to the breaders.
(More recent photos)