October 20, 2004

Welcome To Sydney, Fop

I know I said I’d resist talking about my personal life, so consider this a one off indulgence (until the next one-off, etc). Young Sir Fop Foppington III Esq has moved to Sydney and despite being a busy, social, handsome and swarthy butterfly, he took time out of his schedule to meet up last night.

If any of you have ever travelled to Fop’s corner of the web, you no doubt read his sporadic-but-excellent posts and think “Surely no one human being could be so fabulous?!” Allow me to inform you that he is not only as adorable as you suspect, but infinitely more so. And completely buff. And he paid for dinner! Best. Date. Ever.

The people around our table marvelled at how clever and un-nerdlike we were as we discussed the highlights and lowlights of the blogosphere. Let’s not get into the lowlights (except to say that Fop and I both loathe the same sites, which made me feel warm and fuzzy in a hate-filled way) but while chatting about the highlights, we…

• were in total and utter agreement regarding the brilliance of Crystal. Once you get the jokes, you suddenly realise just how hilarious the entire thing is. Chatting about Ricki-Lee’s Guide To Improvement (both the Sistine Chapel one AND Einstein’s Theory Of Relativity) had us in hysterics at the table. And thanks to Fop, I now understand the whole “LizJournal” thing - hurrah!

• talked about the aesthetic qualities of Darp Hau not to mention what a nice and politically aware bloke he is, plus the masterfully witty t-shirts from White Powder’s money-spinner Sweat Shop Productions. Buy one right now.

• both concluded that Ms Fits manages to swear profusely and pull it off which is not as easy as one would think - many bloggers rely on calling people naughty words to hide the fact they actually aren’t all that witty. Ms Fits has the comedy chops to carry it off. Plus we both want her life of schmoozing and partying and flirting and writing. Fop also assured me she’s a “good sort”, bless her.

• expressed our admiration for Mikey. He takes beautiful photos of Sydney, he’s passionate about politics, he’s accepting of who he is and he writes in an open and honest fashion that is truly inspiring, especially considering that unlike most of us chickens in the blogosphere, he puts his name to what he does. Did I mention he’s eighteen? I only wish Eighteen Year Old Jess had half the sense that he does now.

We talked about tonnes of other blogs too (I think between us, we’ve read The Internet) that I won’t bother mentioning here but rest assured we talked about you. And we probably love you, since we’re big cuddly hippies. Plus of course (since we are not net-geeks!) we discussed our favourite Minogues, favourite Spice Girl post-Spice World viewing, Dolly Parton’s fried cornbread and other private things that were simultaneously deep, witty, thought-provoking and more than a little bit saucy. People around us marvelled at how cultured-yet-down-to-earth we were.

All in all, I give Fop Three Thumbs Up © using our Chernobyl Rating System. We are going to have such a good time over the few months he’s up in Sydney - and hey, perhaps I’ll get to meet a few of YOU in the next month or so. In case you can’t tell, I am smirking like someone who knows something that you may not realise as yet but possibly will eventually. I think. I’m going to get a coffee now.

Posted by Jess at October 20, 2004 11:00 AM
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