Merry Bloody Ebenezer's Day

It always comes at theis time of year.Christmas day.Or the expectation, of what that might bring about.The tree,the tinsel ,the expected presents..
when I have always found it...a total disappointment.....Or is that the festive christmas story book character raising his annual head...in defiance of what everybody has come to believe.In some ways...Ebenzer Scrooge has to be considered...and his eventual realisation of what Christmas might mean....is all a little big too story book ending..for what significantly is a celebration of the birth of Christianity....
Stables Mangers and Angels....Throw in a couple of shepherds..and a three poofs having lost their way from the Bethlehem Star and Garter..rolled up in tinsel..after a good night out...offering their perfimes and jewellry to apoloigise for rolling in the wrong door.
Give a moment of disbelief to enable a virgin birth...which somehow makes a placenta rather like the spare prick at a wedding..and there you have it...
So ....Go buy presents to present to the child....Ok ,most of them will have stamped in China ,on them by now: and the perfumes and gold will be courtesy of the two dollar shop along with it's knock off perfumes....For those feeling the christmas pinch the two dollar shop has just opened a new world of expectation...WHO THOSE you hold dear.

Ok...Father Christmas....yep we got the Dutch connection..with Nicholas...and the joy he spread. Because he had collected more in the church coffers than he needed ,or thanks to the ever bowing faithful...who dropping their hard earned cash in the collection plate on Sundays....IMagine suprise as you found presents dropped on their hearths that you didn't know what to do with ....Wrapped in paper....who's to know....
But for the rest is all twenthieth century CocoCola....who invented the old boy ,while peddling cocaine additives to a much more appreciative syrup mix....
Now its no sugar or all sugar....and its all a matter of taste
So... well that being what it is I am yet to be convinced that Christmas is likely to rock my fundermental thinking.....
but of course....who would be without the christmas dinner... eating until you've consumed more than is dignified..drunk the christmas cheer until you cant estimate whether you are just awash with sugar ,or an over Consumption of food.....
Ok I am a succour for Christmas Cake..and I have had a christmas tart recently that could be said to be palateable....in a generation who have come to forget the fly cemetry filling you were looking forward to....
and who would spoil christmas for the kids.....
consdiering the adventures I had as a child.....I tend to err on the side of....
sentimentality......
but................it's become a helluva balloo.....and wish the next millenium would tidy it up.....after who's going to convince a terrorist in Pakistan not to throw a brick...just because christianity has to be celebrated.....
Bah Humbug.......

The New Ideal

Well I have been marking time over the last six months..... to see if one has the ability to last longer .....than being the newspapaer that wraps your fish and chips...and have come to the realisation that every day brings its own joys and tribulations.....but in all that appears on the surface has the ability to come back with a karmic result....
wITHOUT APPEARING TO BE TOO MUCH OF A VICTIM......one has to realise that if your waiting for the swing to hit you in the chin as you fall off...It only happens if you wait for it.....
and the time to write memoirs claws and all has passed me by....
and should by others who seek a calmer life....

The Globes

Well just when you thought she had rested her laurels...the old girl shows a bit of leg at Christchurch's Globes....At the specific invitation of her 'sister' the south islands chandelier....Miss Mole....I had thought that the gay calling card might have been silenced...but true to form they came out to celebrate the best of being gay in the garden city....so why not review it in typical gloria style...
Having elected to camp out on her sisters couch she got to see the joy and frustration of organising such an event.....The biggest headache would have to be the feed back one gets from the community who rather than celebrating tend to send missives from the sidelines....Such it was that after the event when party goers went shuffling to the only gay venue in town they found to their dismay that the owner had shut the doors to the revellers....It is a crying shame when as I have often said.....that we as gay or in this new world rainbow orientated shape and in the focus of all.....take pot shots at our own kind.....It just drains what positive energy might have been created...enuf bitching at small beer..
The event was a wow...
Ribena,Auckland Drag Centrepole..was camp in the extreme...and was a backstage beauty.Her grace and charm has never been shown to such effect.Girl.....Five Gold stars
The customary red carpet was a camp affair especially when one is hustled to the back of the building to make one entrance by NZAF beetle.....at the front.....camp at a row of...eh
My personal hightlights had to be the recognition of local divas....Stella Roadkill and Miss Cinnamon....these are hard working girls for the community and offer nothing but charm and grace.....
For the adults....Miss Tatiana and Miss Naomi....are veritable stars....
but having staggered on stage on skyscraper heels for my first number....and trying to retrieve my props might have been problematic if I had not been able to retrieve them from the cat walk....thanks to Miss Ribena I was able to stand upright and get out of harms way.....
But the night Oscars Globes or not belong to the MOLE....
and despite local politics....after years of putting it together..she can still show them all how....