Aka, what a frigging fantasmo night we had!
I went for a kind of Esther Williams meets Carry On Nurse look.
My beloved Vix sent me this marvellous 60's swimsuit, that I decided was perfect for the evening, considering the wet weather!
I had to take out the pointy bits, as they weren't so pointy anymore, and rather than look like I was packing some real heat, it looked a bit like I was packing bruised mangoes.
Worn with my vintage nurses cape, splendiferous floral headband and clip on earrings from sexacious Desiree, some red fishnets, 50's gloves from a junk shop in Greta Valley, shoes from a garage sale, opshopped white beads and a diamante necklace from darling Louise, I felt rather fabulous!
Justine looks like an elongated version of Sandy in the finale of Grease meets Rosie the Riveter!!!
We met up with Amy at the venue and proceeded to have a fricking drunken humdinger of a night!
Amy and Kelly!
James here is the bass player for Beastwars .
We've just caught up again this last year after about 20 years-we'd had a bit of a fling before G and I got it on, and he wandered off into the abyss for a while.
He's now a respectable (ha!never!!) married man and father of 2!
And you know all about me.
It's quite nice to hang out again.
He was pondering whether he should continue to rock out leaning back like some archdeacon of bass-tiality, or if he should perhaps be hunching over like a demented pony rider whilst playing.
I persuaded him to continue with the former.
He commented that my blog seems to be a lot about clothes.
I would probably describe Beastwars as relentless.
I boogied my arse off in the back corner, so am a bit sore today, as well as a fine hangover.
They were totally fantabularsole rocktastic!
Listen to them on bandcamp , you will not regret it!*
*That'll be several drinks you owe me, James boy!