The Value of Sisterhood

To my dearest Symphony Damned.....

This from the heart.

You are one original girl.

Your journey an inspiration,and so freely instructed so that others may learn.

I have always valued good friendship,but that coupled with an intelligent mind.Now there's the thing. For somebody who doesnt mentally sit at the bus stop,finding this kindred spirit has got to count as one of the most significant happenings of my life.

To those who picture tomorrow

Here's to the Damned Diva

and...who forgot to bring the bourbon

There has to be an angel

The Eurythmics got it right.

There has to be another angel.

In fashion shattering white, and pink corset bows

It was Barb Wired Night.

Congratulations from Salon of the Damned Diva

But where to next........The skys the limit.

Your generous soul has reflected their talents.

Now Lesson One......

From the Diva's Diary.....

Be unique.

Find your own atmosphere.

Life is not a competition with others.

But,

The joyful expression of the heart.

Laddered Stocking : From the Diva's Diary

Once asked.
Is life about climbing the ladder to success.
My answer would be.
There are a lot of rungs on that ladder.
And,who wants to meet a hairy wrestler
called Ces.
Laying flattened no thicker than a pancake I have thought,
to publish my 'drag' ramblings.In the last 7 years I have experienced a life in its spot light
has amazed,suprised and disappointed what is a fierce and diabolical life.
Take a drag queen's smile.
Doyou believe it, or does it have much credibility as it infamously signals,Lets do lunch.
Now that would be friendly enough is the bitch had your phone number.
Mind you that comes with it's own curses as well.
How often if you stop the texting war for a moment,actually rings you.
Certainly evbery year brings in a new crop of hopefuls. But after realising that in this
twilight world,that there too many stars.Not enough stages. And, where does your average
cross dressing superstar get the opportunity to adjust the lighting.
Let alone refocus.
Now.The short step to anonymity is kissing arse.
So cow towing without a talent to amuse would be ungracious in the extreme.
First set a target.
What am I going to get out of this experience.
so ends the muse......
Any questions. Gladly tackled

Gloriousole

Helen had the goss

Oh please .Are we about to have an election in this country where the throwing of effluent is the standard modus operation for electioneering.....
John Key must be said to be like a dog with a buried bone as he gloated, over the spoils.Including , the prime ministers discretion, and the balance of power.
It will be interesting to see whether the 'shit' doesnt stick to those who throw it....
Just a warning............

Winston Are You There ?

Well,even the pundits said it couldn't happen. Winston Peters,the last honest politician caught with his financial trousers down. It didn't appear to be such a flourish as the 'wine box' in the chambers,but a public mocking by the media.
Okay.....even I have had to think how many indiscretions I have created by having a lapse of memory.But sadly .I dont have the sort of memory that forgets any amount of money.No matter how grand the gesture might appear to be,in cocktail conversation.
So Winston...fess up.....A good run.....but we all need to check whether we are still farting through silk drawers some day soon.

The Princess and the Chicken

Once upon a never land ,in the gay community lived a princess.Not your average everyday story princess.But one ,who could only be created by two horny sailors ,and a rubber chicken, after being stranded on the the shore of the Virgin Islands.

Some days AFTER using the coconut for its milk,
a healthy intake of the native dates ,and rock oysters.tThe sailors watched as a new visitor APPEARED ON THEIR SEXUALLY STARVED HORIZON....
. Drifting in on the tide was an inflated rubber chicken.Having fallen from the decks of a mardi gras float.... The Mirage and in all of its gaudy allure had the horny sailors performing extra ordinary feats never seen on reality television .As it was the sailors ,began to draw lots,of who would have the rubber chicken,by plucking unneeded nipple hair.
And to what purpose it might be used
Finding that the rather bouyant visitor was a sealed vessel.A yellow kitch celebration.
and with entry.A virgin
When rescued ,the distorted ravings of these sailors would have us believe that
they had had the company of a princess during their stay.
Who's very existence allowed the sailors the indulgences, that kept
them bonded in survival tactics,whilst moonlight wandering under their
broad leafed shelter.
Crowned H.r.h. Princess Beverly on a night, when star trek props were being flown over head...they drew a map on the unknown world...and inflating her with all of their aspirations
and testosterone stored for the ocaasion They launched her to the innersphere ,with the remains of a barbie doll dressing room mirror and landed
her squarly in rural Waikato. Where she has lived. To this day........This is the beginning of legend. Everybody has a chicken story....This ,and the affinity H.R.H. she has, with fowl of the tabled variety has a number of other sequels.......
Until then her virginity may not be something of the past but her virtue is assailable.

Yes Minister

Have you ever considered that the parliament of New Zealand isn't just a constant re run of the BBC Comedy 'Yes Minister'.......
Well there is certainly enough comedy to create our own home grown version.
Imagine the cast.Mind you.Televise Parliament as a reality show......
who's stop the fashion statements of Rodney Hide then.....
when he waltzs in in a Trelise Cooper Original call the fashion police.
But a vote for the likes of Sue Kedgely ....Nows there a bloody whole docu drama....
and didn't dear little Jim Bolger do well.
A long deceased relative of mine lived directly opposite the Bolger Farm.
National to his back teeth unless he had ever to vote for the bastard across the road.
Seems we all suffer from some form of tall poppy syndrome
but more later......
Even if cameras aren't turning....the wheels are in motion

The Mother of the nation

Well despite my hardest boiled cynismn this is an adulterated fan letter to Helen Clark ,Humanitarun.
Despite being initially aghast at how her mountain climbing recreation turned into personal tragedy.Or was that the fact that the news team beat the rescue helicopter.But that sort of jaundice can be swept aside,when even the arch politician is caught in a personal moment. SUCH DIGNITY.
Who cares if the votes when up.
Real life isn't staged.Merely commented on.

The School Report Card

Well...If one is still able to take the proverbial 'piss' then the world of Musical Comedy would appear to ebe the right vehicle to illuminating the quality of leadership up for grabs in New Zealand' forthcoming election
That and the thought that a school report card showing progress might add to its amusement
For instance
Name School Role General Appitude Achievements Playground Behaviour Comments
John Key Head Boy seeks leadership New School Bullying Could do better
Money

John has been quite a new face in the school,who's best achievement appears to have been playing
The lead role in the School upcoming production of ' Oliver'.
His interpretation of ' Fagin' has drawn the admiration of the boys of the school,and given them a modus
operandum to set out in 'street gang' formation.
Picking the pockets of those less fortunate,as fear of those with
the nations's wealth are rarely seen in the streets.Therefore,above the tactics employed by Mr Key and his
team of 'pick pockets'
With new schemes to bully beneficiaries in the pipe line,disposing their income in order to seek work,where little work is found.The Gang have at least one way to rob from those who privileges are stretched at best.
The cathoilic thinking of his underlings bares watching as of recent times,skullduggery has been observed by
them in war time thinking..proving that loose lips can indeed sink ships.
The use of conspiracy and paranoid thinking will only conspire to illustrate his overall achievements.

Mid term Report : COULD DO BETTER

The Leaders Debate

New Zealand appears to be having an election well before its due date.
Consider this.We have few social problems that now need addressing by parliamentary decree.In fact we could be taken for a much settled nation,with little to divide the parties competing for power other than personalities.
The Right...and sometime suspectedly dishonourable Winston Peters seems to be running a fore runner to events.Yes, they have summoned him to face the parliamentary committee. In doing so,have exposed the fact that following any election, all parties will have to work with him to provide ENOUGH clout to take control. Clever him I say....The National party to my mind needs to be aware of that fact.......surely.

Introducing Gloriousole

Welcome to the Heart and Mind of the Nation,as seen through the eyes of a drag diva,entertainer and political satirist.Miss Gloriousole.
Miss Gloriousole is the theatrical and performance creation of
Dennis Ralph, long time theatrical,writer,visual artist and political commentator.
Welcome to my world.
From the centre of the North Island in a land trapped country city/HAMILTON..ones perspectives are changed and charged by the ever flowing Waikato, it's artistic wealth and aspirations, and its ability to reach the other centres within driving distance.In fact seen as the heart and soul of the nation.
Home to the infamous,Rocky Horror Legend ,being celebrated with its
statue in the main street: From international cult movie to Icon status.
From the base of the statues intentions Miss Gloriousole
begins her blogging life