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The Sex Expo


Visited the Sexpo over at the Hordern Pavillion just now. The whole shebang (hur hur) is basically 200 sex shops all squashed into an exhibition hall, with a couple of Chinese reflexology booths thrown in for good measure. Entry (hur hur) is A$25 for the privilege of stroking silicon schlongs (available in many, many different hues) and seeing strippers strip.

One stall was offering on-the-spot Brazilian waxing behind a flimsy faux-velvet curtain. Few takers, that one. There was also, strangely enough, the Psychic Expo – smack in-between the edible underwear stall and the psychedelic dildo booth – featuring 12 “internationally acclaimed” psychics and clairvoyants. You can bet it’ll be the only time fortunes such as “You will meet a young, busty woman who will roll the top of her tube dress down for you in the next 5 minutes” will be greeted with utter indifference.

All in all, the whole thing was a bit of an anticlimax (hur hur). Was expecting something like an exhibition on The Short History Of French And Other Ticklers, but no. Also missed out on the Bad Boys Male Strip. And, if you must know, I did not purchase any implements for myself, although I did buy a 10-inch chocolate penis (complete with huge metaphorical nuts) for a friend’s birthday.


Ta-rah



Well, I'm off then. I leave you with a photograph of the most disgusting banana cake ever baked in the world (refer to
this). Yes, it looks almost acceptable by any Donna Hay/Nigella Lawson standard.... but nay. It is vile. I am not a baker.


Curses!


I've started smoking again. Bad girl! Bad girl! No exams, no stress, not much crap to do, next best thing: huff and puff on ciggies while fantasising of all the or luak, carrot cake, chicken rice, laksa, fish head curry, tang yuan, pandan cake, apom, nasi padang, pepper crab, bak chor mee etc I can stuff my face with from next week for a month. Oooooooo... quick, pass me the Axe Oil before I faint.


Some Unconscious Mutterings aka word association.
1. Useless:: piece of shit
2. Radiant:: cheeks
3. W:: hotel
4. Unpaid:: me
5. Geek:: cute mice
6. Unfaithful:: sex
7. Reboot:: pain in the ass
8. No!:: Yes!
9. Squad:: hit
10. Fetish:: whips

My answers aren't very genius but what the heck.


Here comes the rain again


It rained and poured like heck over the last week. Some suburbs have flooded so bad Aussies have taken to their kayaks to get to the supermarket. OK, maybe I exaggerate but 3,000 people up the NSW coast did have to flee their soaked homes. At least one suburb has been officially declared a disaster zone. See pictures of the aptly-named Water St and other areas. Yesterday was the worst: It poured and poured so badly I refused to leave the house to take out the garbage (the rubbishmen come on Tuesdays and Fridays). Right now though, it's a terribly beautiful day - the sun is shining, there's hardly a cloud in the sky and the temperature is brilliant. Ah, Oz.

Today is International White Band Day, supporting moves to alleviate poverty, forgive Third World debt and aim for fairer trade. Sydney's Harbour Bridge is going to be wrapped in white and a hot air balloon is going to fly the Melbourne sky; Singapore isn't on the list of countries taking part. White Band Day is being held along with the massive Live 8 this weekend. If you want to, sign Live 8's petitition to G8 leaders but I'm not sure they'll really care. The bands look promising though: Coldplay, Snow Patrol, REM, Travis, Kaiser Chiefs, The Killers and, er, A-Ha.

Although, I'm still not convinced how these damn fine bands are going to save the 800 million people starving every day, 300 million of them children. Did the first Live Aid 20 years ago really work?


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