This was a pretty good party!

The party theme was from the Australian TV series Underbelly Razor.  Underbelly Razor depicted the real events of the the two rivalved vice queens (Tilly Devine a former prostitute  turned Madame coordinating Sydney’s Sex Trade and Kate Leigh a bootlegging honcho) and Sydney’s underbelly razor gangs. You can read more about it here at Wiki 🙂 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Underbelly:_Razor 

When Mr Useful told me about the party and that it was going to have a huge budget and the concept was going to be the “Underbelly” theme, well, I was pretty excited to go.  Afterall, as I’ve said before, I am a tad shallow and it was never going to be a huge stretch to dress up as a 1920s hooker, heh. Unfortunately, due to a family illness, I had only a few days to prepare for this one. It also clashed with a similar event in Sydney the Gangsters and Moles Ball so by the time I hit the costume hire shops they range of 1920s style clothing was pretty picked over.  Boo!  Anyway, there was still some stuff left and the helpful girl at ACE costume hire in Petersham assisted in coordinating a suitable outfit.  She explained to me my outfit was going to be more flapper than “Underbelly” call girl because the silks and fabrics of the era do not work well in a hire costume environment, they come back a bit wrecked looking and also that the TV show would have had a pretty good costume budget, not something most people are generally bothered investing in for a one night party. 
She also recommended thinking of a name for the character that you become. Naming a 1920s Ho alter-ego was always going to be fun.

Saturday night arrived and my character “Scarlett Love” was created. Mr Useful arrived to pick me up, he was looking pretty sharp dressed as a gangster/ hustler type crook and we met some of his friends for pre-party drinks and to share a taxi down to the Locomotive Workshop, Exhibition Centre at Eveleigh.  It was cool meeting Mr Us friends at their hotel all dressed up in 1920s costume, we all got a few sly glances from the more modernly attired guests.  I think we all enjoyed the attention.

Arriving at the party itself was a buzzy affair. Everyone had made an effort to dress up and the company had (given the party was held at the Locomotive workshop) organised props like 1920s cars that you could go and sit in and take photos etc. Drinks were flowing and everyone was chatting and getting happy, that was the cue for a 1920s policeman to enforce prohibition and we were all moved off to jail which doubled as the dining, dance and speeches area.

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By now I was enjoying myself very much. I was talking to Mr U, Mr Us friends and the lady seated next to me who worked in a high level position in Health. an extravagent three course dinner was served, there were speeches and entertainment by the 12 piece ‘Big Ol’ Bus Band’  and the “Darling Diamond Dolls Show”.

The fund raising part of the evening was for the E.J.Whitten Foundation who do a stellar job raising money for prostrate cancer which it seems unfortunately has over taken breast cancer in recent times in fatalities because men do not like to go to the doctor. So if you are reading this and you are male and over 40 or have any history of prostrate cancer in your family, please think about getting checked soon, it’s important. The lady sitting next to me who worked in health backed up the statistics with impressive factual knowledge and also mentioned that brain cancer is another one coming through because of people talking on mobile phones.

After the sexy floor show by the “Darling Diamond Dolls” I was feeling pretty frisky, and I encouraged Mr Useful up for a couple of dances before suggesting we slink off to try out “Scarlett Loves” skill set. Mr U had taken advantage of the companys hotel arrangement and we made our way back to the Mercure for a fun night of “underbelly” inspired passion. 

Ah, I had an excellent time, what a great night!

There are lots of Jersey Boys but only one Frankie Vallie boasted a recent review of Frankies’ Australian Tour. The Masseuse (TM) invited me along to Frankies show at the Lyric Theatre the other night to see how true this statement was? It had been a show I had been looking forward to seeing for many months.

Anyway, the day arrived and after TM and I got ready we decided to test out Sydneys Light Rail system from my place to the Casino.  It had been a gorgeous sunny day that had changed to a bit overcast. I checked the weather report, Mmmm 70% chance of rain. Ah no worries, no need for a brolly or so I thought. We just made it around the corner to Campbell St Tram stop before the first pitter patters came raining down on our heads, threatening to wreck my blow dry. Bah!

Anyway the light rail was a treat. Fast and easy. we sailed past the Capitol Theatre, Cyrils Deli, Paddys Market, The Exhibition Centre and finally to the the Casino. We had a bit of time so we had dinner and a couple of drinks there before making our way to the Lyric Theatre.

TM and I decided the Frankie Valli audience tended to be an older crowd than we had seen last month at the Opera House. Again, we were asked not to take photos so I don’t have many to show you. Now Frankie is 77 years old, that is quite an age for a performer and we wondered what kind of show we would be seeing?  

The lights dimmed and the band took the stage.  Mmm impressive, an Australian six piece brass section. Ha! I LOVE horns! Two guatarists and a base player. One keyboardist who played other instruments and a drummer. Four backing singers and Frankie. Wow, this was going to be a great show with an rich sound.  Frankie himself is this tiny, frail, old guy but gee what a voice.  In the first couple of numbers, we wondered if he was lip synching because his style is he scarely opens his mouth but yet there is this incredibly powerful sound. In any case we saw him reach behind and play with his pick up a few times and we realised we were in fact seeing a live performance.

Frankie Belted out all his old hits and told a few jokes too. No doubt about it he is an engaging performer. Frankie recounted when Tom Jones is on stage he gets pelted with womens panties and this little old guy taking a forlorn glance around his own barren stage ha ha.  I would have like to have helped out but had at the last minute decided to go commando. Frankie then encouraged the audience to throw cash and credit cards and buy his cd sold outside in the foyer ha ha.

We were treated to quite a show “Walk Like A Man”, “Rag Doll”, “Grease”, “Sherry”, “December 1963”, “My Eyes Adored You” and the 1967 solo hit “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You”. It was a top performance by a real showman. Thanks to TM and we made our way back to Haymarket to once again thoroughly enjoy an intimate evenings entertainment.

Promotional video 2009