High on a Hill Stood a Lonely Goat

admittedly after seeing Christopher Plumer recently, the old goat could still stand on a hill and look good.



This, you have to understand is because a week ago we had THE BEST fun ever in the CASTRO - and we all remained fully clothed at all times.



At the Castro Theatre, a fine 1920's theatre where no doubt George Raft and Humph Bogart films were premiered, we went to SING ALONG with the Sound of Music.

The audience were more Dirk Bogarde than Humphrey Bogart - but the ad libs and comments could only have come from the Castro.

In addition to sitting next to the two fruitiest gays - we were treated to some great mini costume dramas - any excuse to dress up is obviously capitalised on - especially if it involves the chance to pull on a pair of snug, figure enhancing lederhosen.

I can honestly say that the guy behind me out performed The Reverend Mother on Climb Every Mountain and hit the falsetto high note with aplomb.

We were given bags containing plastic edelweiss - cards to waive and positively encouraged to bark when Rolf the Postman was on screen.

All in all, a great night.

We even had a complete herd of guys dressed up as goats - and yes they looked lonely..

And there's me thinking that sheep were the ungulate of choice for that type of thing.