I spy with my little eye, something beginning with C

C is for Club Girls

I wanna be a call-girl, I mean ‘club’ girl.

I was reading an article from the Los Angeles Times that tells the tales of club girls. They are the girls who kiss and tell celebrity secrets from inside nightclubs that end up in the gossip pages.

Makes me want to put down my Who and OK! and join a queue, somehow the wait seems like it could be worth it.

I spy with my little eye, something beginning with D

D is for Dumpster Diving

Did someone pee in the pool? I can smell urine...

As part of New York City's Summer Street program, giant dumpster bins have been transformed into public swimming pools. The dumsters are compete with a pool deck, lounge chairs, cabanas, outdoor showers and hammocks.

Wonder if these dumpsters will be hot tub hobo chic in winter?

I spy with my little eye, something beginning with B

B is for Beatbox Kitchen & Burgers

We may not have the brilliant Van Leeuwen Artisan Ice Cream trucks roaming the streets of Melbourne...yet, but tonight I came across the Beatbox Kitchen food van in North Carlton.

Tunes + Burgers = 2am gold.

For anyone who wants to meet for a burger at Rathdowne and Park Street North Carlton, we’ll have to wait a couple of weeks because Beatbox is heading north to Splendour in the Grass. Just another reason to have Splendour envy.

I spy with my little eye, something beginning with S

S is for Super Soakers & StreetWars

Kicking off 2 August is London’s annual 3-week 24/7 watergun city assassination tournament.

Rules are simple

At the start of the game you’re given critical information about your target:

• Name & picture
• Home & work address
• Email & phone number
  

Your mission is to find and kill (by way of water gun, water balloon or super soaker) your target.

You can hunt your target down any way you see fit; you can pose as a delivery person and jack them when they open the door, disguise yourself and take them out on the street, etc.

If you are successful in your assassination attempt, the person you killed will give you their envelope and the person they were supposed to kill becomes your new target. This continues until you work yourself through all the players and retrieve the envelope with your picture and name. Then you win.

Anyone prepared to pay for my Tour of Duty?

I spy with my little eye, something beginning with E –

E is for Everyone wants an invite

Some of you have been subjected to my ramblings of recent months about events and how they are going to play a more significant role in a brand’s BTL marketing activity as we embrace the digital environment like never before. Sure you probably thought it was the event manager in me wishfully thinking that the market would pick up but now according to Trendwatching.com events are back. In a massive way.

First it was flash mob now it is mass mingling.

According to Trendwatching.com millions of people are now living large parts of their lives online). However, this has not turned entire generations into anti social geeks. Social media and mobile communications are driving people to connect and meet up en masse with others, in the 'real world'. After all we all need to blog and tweet (50 million are sent each day) about the events we go to or have not much to say.

Anyone want to mingle with me?

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I spy with my little eye, something beginning with N –

N is for Nineties

Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Garbage, Radiohead, Massive Attack, Beck, Smashing Pumpkins are all currently on high rotation on my ipod. Fuck American Idol, Pop Idol, X Factor. Fuck Richard Wilkins’ 39 Number One Hits of the 1980s. Take music back to Seattle.

We should listen to Anton Newcombe from The Brian Jones Town Massacre, he has plenty to say.

It's time for 1990s parties. What to wear? Skater, grunge, piercings, Doc Martins, chambray, flannel, ripped jeans or a pixie haircut?

So if people are waking up and realising ‘the 1990s were fucking cool' will heroin become the cool kids drug of choice? Fuck cocaine. Let’s see bands at The Corner & Festival Hall where you can still drink beer & smoke. Fuck Etihad. Fuck DJs. Watch RAGE. Fuck Video Hits. Bring back cameras with film. Fuck digital. Fuck terrorism; let's talk HIV again.

Maybe I have just been spending too much time reading ‘Kurt Cobain Journals.’

Reality sometimes does bite.

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