It SO is. And no, I am not supplementing my paltry freelance journalism income for prostitution. Well, not exactly their penises, but they did form a rather huge nudge nudge part of the show about which I was writing. Naturally, I spent most of the night wondering when it was pants-off time the boys do start the show fully clothed and when the proverbial rabbit might get pulled out of the hat.
And I was not disappointed. How the boys actually hatched the idea to create a magic show that they would perform naked is beyond me, but you can bet your bottom wink wink dollar, that every woman and gay man in the audience will now be expecting far more in bedrooms around Australia. A salacious fact onto which I clutched as tightly as my passport as I flew across the Tasman at the weekend. Six years ago, I saw my first ever fortune teller who emphatically predicted that not only would I meet a man who was either younger than me or young at heart, but I would meet him in New Zealand.
At the time I was ecstatic, given I was flying to Queenstown that very weekend, convinced my luck was about to change. It was my first trip across the ditch and it was incredible, but all I managed to do was meet a male editor who, like me, was stuck all alone in a luxurious alpine lodge with a bunch of honeymooners. A year or so later I won another trip to Queenstown, a jaunty journey on which I invited my sister and about which I have previously blogged the perils that awaited us at our destination.
We escaped white outs, igloos, icy mountains, a narcoleptic and a randy ram just by the skin of our teeth and with the assistance of copious amounts of whiskey. The only bloke I met on that trip was on the flight home and whom I wrongly accused of sitting in my seat, which made for some rather awkward hours back to Australia. I returned to New Zealand a year or two later, this time to attend a conference in Rotorua, where I vowed I could never marry a man who smelled strongly of sulphur.
I should explain this mathematical impossibility by letting you know that the reason there are so many men in town these days is that they are rebuilding this pretty city after the devastating earthquake of February , in which people were killed, buildings destroyed, and about more of which I will write later. A piece of furniture?
