Sometimes I think I've got a gremlin sitting on my shoulder. The new venue is no use to us. It turns out that it's owned by the local Korean church. Plus there are other problems which I couldn't have foreseen until after I moved in.Fortunately I only took a six month lease on the place.
After spending a very depressing weekend with my head in my hands, regretting that I surendered my gun to the police, I perked up. I'm moving out of my Telopea home and into the new place.
Radical times call for radical remedies. Telopea will be the club venue for the time being. The location won't please everyone but it is the very epi-centre of Sydney. You can't get any more central than dead-centre!
For people without transport, I'm going to hire a six-seater on Friday nights, and I'll collect you from Parramatta station. We just have to co-ordinate times.
Everybody must be getting impatient with the delay between the idea and the realisation. But none more so than me. I'm fed up with looking, I need a break. The new place was a compromise because, truth be known, we don't have enough money for the sort of venue I really want.
So, I'm moving out, the workers are moving in, and we're going to wreck the joint! No we're not, but we're creating extra fuck space, a suckatorium, and a proper changing room for the "girls." Now that I've got used to the idea I can see it working. In fact I can see it working brilliantly. Once it's working I'm going to sell some more memberships (for twice the price you paid, and with fewer privileges,) and I'm going to build up the funds until we have enough money for the you-beaut, much sought-after venue.
Yes it's a set-back but we'll turn the set-back into a major leap forward, and six months from now, with extra pennies in the piggy bank, I'll search once again for the dream club. Here's what I had in mind Jezebels several years ago. Ignore the figures and fees, I'm looking at other ways of doing things. But it will give you an idea of where we're ultimately headed.
I told you, almost a year ago, "I have a dream!" OK, so it nearly turned into a nightmare, but the dream is back on track. Glass half-full, not glass half-empty. We start off small and modest, and grow to become the envy of Sydney.
Meanwhile, there WILL be a small party at Telopea on Friday 6th February. You'll notice some changes already but the work won't be finished until the following week.
We need mattresses, and a sofa. Anybody got some old (but clean) furniture they no longer need?
By the way, here's something to think about. I've been tossing this idea around for years If most of you like the sound of it, it might be the answer to the fee problem. The Matrix. There is no form to fill in yet, it's just an idea that I'm floating.
It's either a brilliant concept, or a heap of shit, depending on your point of view. Let me know what you think. Expletives permissable.
Ciao f' now, Doug the devo (aka Calamity Kelly!)