As Frank Thring once remarked (and was quoted recently by WYL),after they removed the gaffer tape and ball gag-"What a weekend!"
We had a reunion of St Kilda pimps to kick things off on Friday evening-canapes and bubbles followed by marvellous stories of years gone bye,and former employees,clients and legal run ins of course.
Many of my former rivals have moved on to bigger and better things in the public sector,child protection and what not while I still ply an old fashioned trade in a dwindling Fitzroy street ,a shadow of her former glory ,much like myself.
After canapés we sat down to speeches delivered by Long John,Shadow Man and The Chill.
Wonderful raconteurs all with strong memories of our shenanigans,and despite missing many teeth ,they all spoke quite well and surprisingly ,though many of their staff are no longer with us,they look in robust,nearly rude good health .We retired to the Former Windsor hotel(in Windsor) for drinkies and I was engaged answering questions about how to manipulate the minds of the fairer sex till nearly dawn.First Class
Saturday Night was not so brilliant and the shine was removed further by the throngs of newly emerged Euro soccer fans gathering in Richmond ,blocking my way to the All Nations where I was meeting colleagues to discuss price fixing,market control,and other business ideas.
The food has slipped terribly there,but not nearly as badly as the clientele.
There was a Blonde hosting some sort of unimportant milestone(first deep thought perhaps),who felt it necessary to scream at full lung as each of her guests arrived.
Luckily,I was armed only with a butter knife and a roaring headache so she remained safe.Idid not make it to the galleries in Smith St as the drinks are getting more watery and cheap by the day.I put this down to the ever present Earl Hood schmoozing his way through the galleries.
If any new bohemian tries to serve my cocktail in a pickle jar I take offence-some things are too important to tinker with.
I ended the evening quite early ,was home at the Gat and into a good book (American Psycho) before too late and woke feeling refreshingly superior and haughty,with no remorse ,shame or care-much like the lady speaker of Parliament!