I don't suppose anyone made it to the Diva awards on Monday night at Fox Studios, or partied on at Kit and Kaboodle in Kings Cross? Fair enough, most would be reluctant to go out on a Monday night.
What irks me about carting drag queens is the amount of sticky glitter they leave over the back seat. Or fragments of feather. Yet those ankle-snapping 12 inch platforms are a worry.
A big shout out to Queen Liz, an old favourite. During my birth she did but pass by St Margaret's hospital in Bourke Street.
This site is now groovy apartments opposite the Beresford hotel, a popular queen hangout and a stones throw from Sydney's oldest drag spot, the Taxi Club on Flinders Street.