Some Memories of Singapore
For some it was fond memories, others it could be a cell owned by the
local police or Military Police
I often wonder how many wallets were lost there.This was the days of when boys were either boys or girls or both.
local police or Military Police
I often wonder how many wallets were lost there.This was the days of when boys were either boys or girls or both.
It could be love at first sight then shock at the second sight.
Memories and Days of Yore when a "Run Ashore" WAS a "Run Ashore'
'Lorong 6, 'Bugis Street, for laughs and Big Eats !
The Taxi Dance Halls with the Ticket Hostesses.
The dullest thing in the city was in 'Orchard Road
" TOC H's dining room clock."
Memories of “The Straza”
When Tranvestites began to rendezvous in the area in the 1950s, they attracted increasing
numbers of Western tourists who came for the booze, the food, the pasar malam
shopping and the "girls". Business boomed and Bugis Street became an
extremely lively and bustling area, forming the heart of Xiao Po. It
was one of Singapore's most famous tourist meccas from the 1950s to the 1980s, renowned internationally for its nightly parade of flamboyantly-dressed transwomen and attracted hordes of Caucasian gawkers who had never before witnessed Asian queens in full regalia.
There was an adage amongst Westerners that one could easily tell who was a real female and who was not - the transvestites were drop-dead gorgeous, while the rest were real women. The amount of revenue that the transwomen of Bugis Street raked in was considerable, providing a booster shot in the arm for the tourism industry. Some Americans referred to it as "Boogie Street" in the wake of the 1970s disco craze.
Veterans recall that the notorious drinking section began from Victoria Street west to Queen Street. Halfway between Victoria and Queen Streets, there was an intersecting lane parallel to the main roads, also lined with al fresco bars. There was a well-patronised public toilet with a flat roof of which there are archival photos, complete with jubilant rooftop transwomen.
One of the "hallowed traditions" bestowed upon the area by sojourning sailors, eg. from the UK etc, was the ritualistic "Dance Of The Flamers" or "Dance Of The Flaming Arseholes" on top of the infamous toilet's roof. Compatriots on the ground would chant the signature "Haul 'em down you Zulu Warrior" song whilst the matelots performed their act.
There was an adage amongst Westerners that one could easily tell who was a real female and who was not - the transvestites were drop-dead gorgeous, while the rest were real women. The amount of revenue that the transwomen of Bugis Street raked in was considerable, providing a booster shot in the arm for the tourism industry. Some Americans referred to it as "Boogie Street" in the wake of the 1970s disco craze.
Veterans recall that the notorious drinking section began from Victoria Street west to Queen Street. Halfway between Victoria and Queen Streets, there was an intersecting lane parallel to the main roads, also lined with al fresco bars. There was a well-patronised public toilet with a flat roof of which there are archival photos, complete with jubilant rooftop transwomen.
One of the "hallowed traditions" bestowed upon the area by sojourning sailors, eg. from the UK etc, was the ritualistic "Dance Of The Flamers" or "Dance Of The Flaming Arseholes" on top of the infamous toilet's roof. Compatriots on the ground would chant the signature "Haul 'em down you Zulu Warrior" song whilst the matelots performed their act.
Foxnwolf comment;
Who are the two "Flamers" on the roof ? Is it you ?
Who are the two "Flamers" on the roof ? Is it you ?
