Yes, I saw Rufus Wainwright performing at Hamer Hall - twice - and yes, he was definitely swoonsome. I just wish I'd been slightly more sober when I ran into him at Miss Libertine the second night.
I also interviewed him again, which you might have heard on RRR last week. If not, never fear; you can read a transcript of the interview in The Trip magazine if you're a subscriber next month.
Yes, I went to northern Victoria to visit my mum, and no, this time, unlike my visit a year ago, I didn't try and pick up anyone. I did, however, go for a long walk by the river and see a goanna. A very large goanna. Half an hour later I dropped into the top pub (Numurkah has three pubs, unlike the small country town Trafalgar where I went to high school, which has only one) and encountered a large reptile of a different kind - a bilious, bloated man sitting at the bar, whose first words, declared to his equally repugnant friends as I walked in, were "fucken abos fuken lying around everywhere". I decided to leave immediately.
Oh yeah, lots of cockatoos, too.
That's about it really. I've been putting 'the arts' on the back burner for a couple of weeks. Taking a break. Cathing up with a few friends, feeling older (but not mature or grown up or anything of that nature. Just, not exactly young any more.). Winning a trivia run run by the Australian Gay and Lesbian Archives on a team of queer media people that made me realise I know way too much about GLBT Australian history. Drinking. Playing fantasy roleplaying games with old mates.
You know, the usual. The usual sans lots of theatre, cinema and exhibitions, that is. All this will change. I think.
Happy year of the Rat, by the way. Hugs.
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It sounds like there was a cock or two sitting at the bar.
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