A social whirl

Is not how I'd describe life right about now. I seem to have withdrawn into a bizarro-world where I am obsessed with Japanese vegetables, searching for (but never finding) suitable presents for people, chocolate and running. Actually I'm trying to replace the chocolate obsession with a running obsession, but presently I'm managing to run 2 or 3 times a week and eat far too much of the brown stuff. Oh well...


Lyn suggested we do something different, and after failing to find a wheelchair accessible karaoke salon we had a better idea. Lyn found nurlesque listings in Time Out, and after going through the options the only one that really appealed was the trannies. And after 2 and half bottles of wine they had even more appeal. It certainly made an impact on me, partly due to the social commentary that ran through each performance. The key themes were: body dysmorphia (clearly everyone was anorexic as they had no boobs); unfit mothers (a pregnant Britney-alike comes on stage munching McDonalds and drinking Coke before "giving birth" to four dolls- complete with sack of amniotic fluid- who she then smashes to smithereens over a school desk); and racial tolerance (a blonde Greek lady threw paper plates and invited the audience- i.e. me- to dance on stage to Zorba's dance). On second thoughts, perhaps it was just a load of blokes in women's outfits doing hilarious performances.