He's leaving on A Jet Plane...
Actually he's gone. Who would have ever thought that Phil's time here would be at an end, and he'd be flying back home to Tohwoonga or Wahroonga or wherever the hell he's from (that's Sydney to the uneducated poms among us).
After a whirlwind leaving party (leaving week actually - pics included), it was with a heavy heart we trudged to the airport on Wednesday, actually it wasn't that bad. I think we both know that true friendships last. Plus I'm surrounded by all my other wonderful friends here like Rach, sparky and others too numerous to mention. We were both quite tearful when he went but the cute man from Virgin asked me if I was alright (of course I milked this), also my last sight of Phil was him bumbling into a wall which is the epitome of him!
Racheal Voguing to attract men (top) Me and the Pipster (below)
So no more (for a while at least) £1.60 drinks at G-A-Y bar/Chatting up old queens for drinks in Barcode/Girls Aloud (Jump!)/
Belinda Carlisle (almost)/Alcazar/Phixx/Darren Hayes fun with me old mucker Phil. Though he did give me a dowry of all his old shit he didn't want (if anyone wants a bathmat, I have two. I have to ask why Phil bought two bath mats but the answer mystifies me!)
I know everyone else will miss him as much as me, looking forward now to Sydney 2006!
Racheal likes to Vogue, she finds it attracts
strange men. Not all of them Gay!
posted by northern monkey @ 10:26 AM
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