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When I was a little tacker growing up in Brisbane the late 70’s before it became Brisvegas; there were two young women who were dressed as Marilyn Monroe by their crone-like mother.  She took them shopping and the girls posed as if waiting for steam from a New York subway vent.  It was of course Indooroopilly Shoppingtown and it was rather ludicrous.

M1 and M2 became famous.  They appeared on the tele and in the newspaper and then they disappeared.  They were famous no more. 

Zooming forward several years, the subject of the Marilyns’ was raised at a dinner party that I attended in Brisbane.  Said a guest, ‘Nobody knows what happened to one sister, but the other is still doing her Marilyn act and is homeless and sleeps under the Maryvale Street Bridge.’ 

I was fascinated and have spent the last few visits keeping an eagle-eye out for Marilyn.  This time it worked.  This time I saw her.  And true to the dinner party guests word, Marilyn was still frocked-up.  And with a full face and a well-practiced pout.

I wanted to talk to her and ask her……..but I couldn’t.  I’d just be gawking.

To be homeless and still have your face on is an amazing achievement. 

God Bless.