Monday, August 1, 2005

'So our friendship is founded upon crunchy peanut butter and cordial?' [Burkey]


Ah yes, now that was a funny conversation I had. While our friendship may be founded upon the mighty base of crunchy peanut butter and cordial, there isn't strength enough for a mutual love of The Goon Show.

I personally quite enjoy the goon show. Go to www.thegoonshow.net to see what I mean. You can download their radio serials. Or, you could follow the links from there to the BBC radio site.

Or, you could get up at 4:30/5:30 on a Friday morning and listen to them on the ABC AM station.

In case you're confused, The Goon Show was a radio serial on the BBC during the 50's, performed by none other than Peter Sellers, Spike Milligan and...someone else.

Blast!

Anyhow. I did go to a 40's themed ball on Friday night, and I did take a date. Also I believe I promised photos.



The incredible swing band that played on the night. So good that I wished I played the clarinet, just so I could wow people with some incredible music! [and thus avoid getting beaten for playing the clarinet]




Me, the lovely Camille [my date *swoon* ..lol], Aaron [the idiot], James, Lisa [the R.M], and Kendal [the talented]

It was an incredible evening, filled with hundreds of people in period costume. Including Gangsters, movie stars, but a majority of military uniforms. There were Australian Infantry, Australian Navy, RAAF, American Airforce, American Navy, and [a personal favourite] dress uniforms of the American Marines.

Interesting story about the marine uniform. One of the guys there had prepared in advance and had trawled the internet for exactly what he wanted. He bid for it on e-bay, and it arrived the morning of the ball. It was a full Marine sergeant's uniform, complete with white gloves and medals.

He bought it from some guy in the states, and it was a perfect fit. He even bothered to research the individual medals so he could really cosplay and tell remarkable stories about when and how he got each individual one.

Not surprisingly, he won best dressed.

Importantly, however, Camille enjoyed herself [and my company, hopefully] and I didn't crash the car on the 2hour journey back to Toowoomba.

I stumbled through the door at a bleary 3:15am, after dropping her [and her sister] home.

I know I should probably regret this, seeing as she left for Rocky [see: Rockhampton, not Sylvester Stallone] the same day, but I didn't kiss her goodbye. I wasn't that forward. But we did cling to one another like the world was about to end as we said our thanks and goodbyes.

That's got to count for something, right?

~_^
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