A long leisurely lie in with a great book (30,000 Mornings by Hiag Akmakjian), picked at ramdom from the library in a literary lucky dip. Next up is a long, leisurely soak in the bath, before I get ready for our radio show and the Twisted Birthday Party.
I haven't been this excited about a gig in ages, and can't wait to meet more of the Twisties. From what I can tell on line they are a great bunch of people, except for a teenage troll called Meathook Sodomy. He's been banned from all the other NZ dance communities but we tolerate him. Maybe he's not a teenager after all, and will turn out to be a balding 40 year old man. That's the fun of online communities, you can never be sure who will turn up the off-line events.
Anyway it's only $10 on the door, and all proceeds are going to help keep Twisted on the air and advert free. Mistress Dirtbag will be wearing her chains, and I'm dusting off my little black dress. I've got a fresh pink mohawk and I'm feeling in a vampy mood tonight...
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