I’m frisked, as I leave Melbourne Airport, by a uniformed Customs Officer. He wields a long electronic prong while I pray there’s no trace of illegal substances on my clothes from last night. Signs are everywhere, from go to whoa: Are you carrying any hairsprays, aerosols, cans over 100ml? Do Not Gather in Large Groups in the rear of the Plane … WARNING WARNING. Fear. Paranoia. Cold sweats. And I’m going to the USA. Land of the Free. “Fear And Loathing in Las Vegas” plays on in-flight TV monitor. I want a B Grade hotel room with long pink shag pile carpet, and acid on tap, just like Hunter had. more

Internext Convention is one big party in Hugh Hefner's Porno Suite at the Palms Hotel. I'm now staying at the Flamingo right on the Strip. I love the gawdy tackiness, the ageing neon, live pink flamingos, swirly carpet. The caged Australian Cockatoos, less so. The convention finishes and I can really party now I meet my crew, a raunchy gang of Rockerbillys with tattooed skin, sharp hair, and killer bodies. In their hotel room and it feels like an orgy is gonna start.... click click..goes the camera. more