Aaaaah, sweet memories of flicking through the K-tel record finder ('a bargain at just $2.99!') as those gaudy covers of 'Ripper 76', and 'Outa Sight', and 'Explosive Hits' went by in a blur of brilliant graphics. What is going on with all the people I grew up listening to? Tonight I am saddened by the sudden death of the sultry Lynsey de Paul, aged just 64. She appears to have been felled by a brain haemorrhage. If you don't know it, You Tube her hit 'Sugar Me'. A friend of mine reckons she should have done phone sex, with that voice. Funny, but I read a pornographic novel written during the Victorian era, and 'sugar me' was a frequent phrase used by the amoral vixen protagonist. A glossary of terms explained things like incest being quite commonplace in those times, and from what I can tell, when the character said, 'Sugar me if you don't!' as an exclamation or reaction, the context in which it was to be taken was along the lines of 'I'll be fucked', basically. And believe me, I preferred this heroine's dialogue to the execrable dialogue of Anastasia in 'Fifty Shades Of Shit': 'Oh my, he's taking off his belt'; 'Holy cow, he's taking off his tie'; 'Holy crap, he's unbuttoning his shirt' (shit, she'd do a rank commentary at a Chippendales show, wouldn't she?).
Not only the alluring Lynsey, but I've been bummed out majorly by the news of AC/DC's rhythm guitarist Malcolm Young's dementia, and placement in a nursing home. I work with dementia patients, and it must be so utterly devastating for his family. My then-fiancé (now husband) and I attended the 1996 Ballbreaker show at the Sydney Entertainment Centre, and I still have a memory of Malcolm standing there in his blue singlet and jeans, long straggly hair flickering a little (I think there might have been an offstage fan cooling them down, but not as powerful as the one Roger Voudouris used to have), growling, 'Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap/Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap!' as the Great Band belted out 'Dirty Deeds', which to this day remains one of my favourite Acca Dacca numbers.
The other thing that has been making news is the debate 'Ban the Burqa'. Parliamentarians are of the view burqa clad women should not be in the main area, but in the kiddies' area, or something like that. Senator Jaqui Lambie was pitted against a woman from the Muslim Council on breakfast television this morning, in a desperate and cynical ratings grab by the TV station. The Muslim woman pointed out laws already address the issue of identifying people in facial coverings. Abbott has said he finds the garb 'confronting'. I actually find nun's habits confronting because they are evocative of fear and loathing in the little girl I once was; I will admit to not having seen too many nuns in the old habit for a while. Many people find the image of Tony Abbott in his speedos awfully confronting. Now getting back to the point: I have an idea. It is important for people entering Parliament House to be identified. Surely to goodness a veiled Muslim woman could be scanned by one of those 'wands', and then show her face to a female security guard? Or is it already the norm? Last year I received a directive from the Attorney General's Department about identifying people who wear headscarves when I am undertaking a notarisation (I am a Justice of the Peace). Clearly laws are in place for people who were head coverings for cultural purposes. I am fed up with media clearly trying to fan flames of discord and disharmony. I am fed up with women in scarfs being intimidated, and fed up with swarthy bearded men being threatened whilst they go about their business. But what really has me grinding my molars is all the voice over commentary about 'banning the burqa', and 'burqa-this' and 'burqa-that' played as an accompaniment to footage of women in the street who are actually wearing a NIQAB, and NOT A FUCKING BURQA!!!!!
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