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Lost in the 80s
May. 4th, 2010 10:55 amOnce upon a time, there was a very rich doctor with dubious ethics, who married a younger blonde lady called Leeanne or Joanne or... something. It doesn't matter, she's not important in the long term scheme of things. Anyway, he married what's-her-name and bought himself a football team (which is unusual in Australia, individuals owning football teams) and bought her a Barbie pink Porsche and them a pink helicopter and the football team a pom-pom of cheerleaders (also unusual in Australia). It was the 80s; that's how he rolled. Then he went to prison and what's-her-name divorced him and the new century started and he got his medical licence (and his money) back and married an even younger blonde lady from California called Brynne.
And that's where this story starts, really. Because the doctor is still living in the gloriously tacky 80s and Brynne, bless her, doesn't have the taste God gave a cactus. So they invited a whole lot of famous people they'd never met to their wedding, at which they gave away specially made DVDs starring themselves re-enacting how they met, with narration by Fran Drescher and Jason Alexander (also flown out to attend the wedding as paid guests) and she turns up at Melbourne's glittering social events dressed like this or this and the snide commentators on the social pages have gone to town mocking her. But you know what? I think I like her. I don't want her wardrobe, but she looks like she's having fun.
Also, I've been taking quizzes. Apparently my accent means I'm 'most definitely' from New York City and I'll be voting for the Lib-Dems in the UK elections on Thursday. I'll sit under a gum tree and ponder that.
And that's where this story starts, really. Because the doctor is still living in the gloriously tacky 80s and Brynne, bless her, doesn't have the taste God gave a cactus. So they invited a whole lot of famous people they'd never met to their wedding, at which they gave away specially made DVDs starring themselves re-enacting how they met, with narration by Fran Drescher and Jason Alexander (also flown out to attend the wedding as paid guests) and she turns up at Melbourne's glittering social events dressed like this or this and the snide commentators on the social pages have gone to town mocking her. But you know what? I think I like her. I don't want her wardrobe, but she looks like she's having fun.
Also, I've been taking quizzes. Apparently my accent means I'm 'most definitely' from New York City and I'll be voting for the Lib-Dems in the UK elections on Thursday. I'll sit under a gum tree and ponder that.