I remember a time in my teenage years when our entire household was obsessed with Twinings Tea — this arrived either in the 'packet of 10' tea bag format or the large and lovely tin of loose tea. I had already travelled quite a lot for someone of my age yet there was somethig entirely transporting about these teas… My favored blends gave weight to the notion that I was quite the exotic creature myself— Lapsang Souchong, Russian Caravan and Lady Grey —- the lesser known wife of Earl Grey I assumed.I always liked the lesser known— never one to get caught up in what was popular— quite the opposite —I prided myself on my outsider choices.
At school I had firmly established my exotic nature with my undying admiration for David Bowie.It seems hard to believe now but at the time his fans were few and far between— we stuck together, like wierdo freemasons, nodding allegiance when we passed in the corridors… homo superior beings. I was 12 when I first discovered Bowie and a disciple by 13 — he ousted Marc Bolan as main man. Once you were into Bowie a door opened into an entire subculture. When I went to the movies it wasn't to see Star Wars — it was the John Waters’ Pink Flamingos/ Female Trouble double bill at the Paris Theatre—the Sydney centre of subversive.Just being there made me feel nervous and important all at the same time.
I was so self conscious…I guess this haunts us all. I wanted to be a singer and was great in rehearsal but the thought of getting on stage invariably made me sick.I loved dressing up but then also worried so much about what people thought of me.There’s that phrase ”uncomfortable in your own skin” and I was that.Its no surprise I ended up behind the camera— seen but not seen.Although its all turned out rather well, I did harbor a nagging regret up into my late 40’s and finally did get on stage and sang "The Prettiest Star".It was cathartic. I had practiced and felt confident and have'nt since had any desire to perform.I got it out of my system..
I do love a Sagittarian….Curious and energetic...the happy wanderer. An open minded philosopher,keen for knowledge,searching the earth for some answers in life.Extrovert, optimistic and enthusiastic, and sometimes just a tad clumsy with their all too blunt opinions.
Travels in time— the passages we move through.Funnily now, I recognize how much I appreciate the “normal” .... eating bacon and eggs....watching TV.... well Scandinavian TV that is....Revelling in the familiar.Most mornings I eat breakfast at the same place— a cafe on Sullivan st in Soho— where I've sat in pretty much the same seat for years though both owner and menu have changed entirely.Currently called BANTER, it's run by some young Australians whose great enthusiasm for NYC is all I need to feed on.
Gosh…I'm rambling…it's the end of another year and I'm looking forward to my Xmas treat…binge watching The Crown season 2 with my best friend PG.