flesh for fantasy

Omigod omigod omigod! I was in Prahran on Friday night with some friends preparing to go see The Amityville Horror. We went into Borders Bookstore (where I bought the great Semipermanent book) and guess who I saw? Oh, you'll never guess. I saw NICHOLAS FUCKING CAGE! That's right, the same man from Face/Off and Con Air. Okay, and Wild At Heart.

See and feel my sex attack.

I wanted to go up and say g'day, or something along the lines of, "How does it feel to have dicked a woman who was dicked by Michael Jackson who came from Elvis' dick?" but I didn't want to come across as too strong. Besides, we exchanged a look that said far more than words ever could.

He looked at some magazines, then went into the psychology section. That's so like him.

In case you didn't know, Cage is in Melbourne for Ghostrider, a movie based the comic. I always liked Ghostrider, especially Sam Kieth's rendition of the character.

In other news, I'm totally obsessed with Billy Idol's 'Flesh for Fantasy' at the moment. I've been punctuating silences with its lyrics.

Flesh for Fantasy
There's a change in pace
Of fantasy and taste
Do you like good music?
Do you like to dance? Oh yeah.
Hangin' out for a body shop at night
Ain't it strange what we do to feel alright? Oh yeah.
So when will you call?
I'm experienced Oh yeah

Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
Sing it
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy

It's after midnight
Are you feelin' alright oh yeah
Turn on the light, babe
Are you someone else tonight?
Neighbour to neighbour, door to door
Don't ask questions, there's time for it all Oh yeah.

Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
Sing it
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy

I sing for culture...

Father loves his son,
Mothers, daughters, too.
It's an old old story,
Cries the new world too.

Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
You cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy