Shorter days mean longer nights and more gin and tonics.
Woke up blurry-eyed and confused with mind reeling from last night.
Girls in short skirts, white tops and blue wigs,
Women in cat ears, purple eyes and fangs –
Men in black fishnets, red heels and bustiers.
And watching an old man clad in black leather, swaying his body, front stage and centre –
A young man in a Giovanni suit, who drove there in an Italian coupe,
Who tried to buy me with liquid nitrogen cocktails and caviar,
leaned over and whispered, “Look at that weird man.”
To which I turned around and said:
These are MY people.”