
The inside of the fridge is something you would see in an American sitcom from the '60's - we have not only half a turkey but half a ham, half a pudding, half a Xmas themed ice cream (v.delicious BTW) half a potato gratin in our fridge - all I need now is Andrew dressed like Darren and a drag queen mother in a pucci-print inspired kaftan and my 'Bewitched' fantasy will come a reality...

But Christmas isn't really the reality - Christmas is the day that all is grand and right in the world...The best food & wine & company, showered in gifts as it were...its only the days after that we have eaten too much, spent too much and are very very tired of it all...
And eating ham, turkey and pudding for the remainder of December...ah well another white wine spritzer anyone?













I suppose what I love about it is the feel of the city and the surrounds...I find them welcoming...from the iconic Flinders Street Station (above) to Collins Street and all of the city lanes...they are familiar, old and new - all at once...




10's 'Futurama' - (when will they realize 'The Simpsons' it aint!) 'Charmed' ( it's over people) or 'Veronica Mars' ( yes Jez you are the only person to watch it in OZ) - proves this network survives on the ' The Simpsons' and the reality TV shows genre...even in Summer they will pump out 'American Idol' and 'You think you can dance' a few times a week to appease the Hoi-polloi...
The theme was Hollywood - and many dressed up - Liz Taylor, 40's screen sirens, miltary men (bless the gay boys), Lots of 007's (none of whom were as hot as Sean or Mr Craig) Bravehearts, Pimps, Pirates, Cowboys ( the gay's love a cowboy) and more starlets than the night sky (excuse the pun MGM)...
Now let me tell you this...in Melbourne (CBD) there are a more bars/pubs/cocktail lounges and clubs than people can actually fill...unfortunately most close around 2-3 in the morning so hunting an all night place (in the CBD that is) is hard...as we staggered from bar to bar we were told to 'move on/members only/VIP night/etc' as it were...and they could afford to this time of year...so one of the group says 'lets go back to mine' so after waiting 30 minutes for 3 cabs we head off to richmond for recovery around 4ish...
Well the tunes are good and all is well until 6.30 when our host passed out so we organise ANOTHER cab ride (don't you wish cab rides earnt you frequent flyers) and B&D offer their home in Newport as 'Venue du Jour' to continue the fun...this goes to about 11 when the remainder of the party fall asleep ( bad form Brett!)
Needless to say a bit sore and flat today..going back to bed for a bit... Good night though.
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I think hanging out down the beach for so many summers developed my love for the beach, and for surfers...especially when they look like Kelly (even though its a girls name!).









