The chap on the left and I used to live in a commune together for a while, where we took too many drugs and treated work as a necessary evil to sustain partying.
In any event we had lots of parties there and one night, after going through a lot of ephedrine and weed, got the manager of the local cinema to agree to a Rocky Horror evening. There was a chap who just sort of lived there on the weekends and in return used to cook up a feast every weekend, since he was a chef. So he agreed to do the catering and we hit the road to promote it.
At that particular point in time there was an Aussie guy staying with us that my girlfriend dragged home because he was homeless. His name was Giovanni, I think, but there were no other clues to his Italian heritage. He was a muscular blond surfer who also laid claim to being a Rastafarian, although he struggled to get his hair to form dreads.
He was so perfect for the Rocky role that we dressed him in leather underwear, makeup and nothing else, then let him loose on the conservative, industrial town of Germiston. It was a delight watching him accost our most conservative citizens "Dahling, that handlebar moustache is simply divine. And my dear, your beehive is simply stunning. You must come to a midnight showing of the Rocky Horror Picture show! I insist!"
The actual show was chaos. The catering was great but it all went downhill from there. The cinema manager was blind drunk and stumbled around the cinema with a boxed wine* throughout the show. People were dancing and singing in front of the screen and afterwards we retired to the restaurant across the way where the debauched restaurant manager let us smoke weed under the extractor fans while serving up cocktails conceived on the fly.
Ah, memories.
*we get cheap wine in 2-5L boxes with a little tap, not sure if that's universal
One more photie for shits and giggles. Unfortunately no naked pics. I'm really really skinny and do better as a clothes-horse anyway, so I think my clothed pics are sexier. This is my facebook pic:
Well, you need to sign up to the group on Facebook, Farren. Or PM me your real name and I'll add you as a friend. Then you can see pix of me too. No turtles or nakedness though.
I have no sexy pictures. I am tempted to post a picture of me hugely pregnant to prove that I have once had sex, and the horrifying consequences. Luckily, the scanner is in the other room and I am very lazy.