Certified good sort and fellow Sydney blogger Mr James O'Brien and I are off to have dinner and then to see the grand finals of a Unisex Amateur Strip Show tonight at the Newtown Hotel.
Yup, I said a Unisex Amateur Strip Show. Let's mull over that concept for a moment...
Apparently last week, which young master O'Brien blogged about here (scroll down towards the end), a woman in her 60s performed an act of some gynaecological accuracy shall we say. Apparently the first few rows of gay boys had looks on their faces of trapped terror. Ok, that is perhaps a slight exaggeration, at least of discomfort.
I think I'm projecting, the trapped terror would be mine.