Email to:TWEAKING: Much More Fun Than Twittering…..
I AM A TWEAKER AND WILL DIE A TWEAKER…..
For non-sensualists-who-don’t-like-a-giggle-or-two, a TWEAKER is a joyful practitioner of the craft of Bum Pinching.
In the nineties, Bum Pinchers were the very first targets of anti-sexual harassment zealots. But KJ, like TWEAKERS everywhere, did NOT desist.
We got angry. We got organised. TWEAKERS went underground, forming secret Tweaking networks. While the Bum Pinching Prohibitionists claimed victory, our Tweaking exploits had become even more audacious.
Tweaking: Safe & Easy (Cr: emceeEsher:flickr)
I have (and will continue) to Tweak at work, family gatherings and dinner parties (PARTICULARLY when I’m the only single person present).
In fact, as me (and my targets) get older, Tweaking is even more satisfying.
Makes sense. Tweak someone over 45 and it’s probably the first human contact they’ve had in months except for that immeasurably bad gastrointestinal tract probe.
Trust me, 99.9% of your Tweakees have been suffering in silence, longing for someone to pinch their bum. I’ve Tweaked at least five times a day since Christmas with NO problems at all.
Still, I have been Tweaking for decades……
Apprentice TWEAKERS MUST proceed with caution. In fact, if you refuse to accept the following rules, you’re NOT a TWEAKER. Far from it – you’re a Tribunal appearance waiting to happen.
***TWEAKERS employ only two fingers – the thumb and middle.
The actual Tweaking is a gentle bunching of buttock tissue accompanied by a lightning fast twisting (tweaking) action. Perverts employ the flat of hands, engaging in circular, rubbing motions.
TRY THESE TWO TECHNIQUES ON YOUR OWN BUM RIGHT NOW. If you can’t tell the difference, you must NEVER Tweak.
***Tweakers DO NOT announce themselves.
For example, I NEVER go into a cafe, order a latte and declare: I AM HERE TO TWEAK. High-level Tweaking is about surprise. For both parties, it is the delight of the unexpected. My Tweaking has NEVER been premeditated. For example, my boss walks by and (before I know it) I have Tweaked. Boss smiles. Episode of Tweaking over.
***Real TWEAKERS NEVER Tweak in situations where drinks have been taken.
Successful, legitimate, orthodox Tweaking relies on razor sharp thinking and reflexes. Horror stories of champion TWEAKERS brought undone by drinking and Tweaking abound – genital encroachment caused by unsteady fingers, serial Tweaking of best friends’ spouses and worst of all, Tweaking people bent over smorgasbords. This is really NOT Tweaking at all: this is criminal activity.
***You are only as good as your last Tweak. A successful Tweak should leave you and your Tweakee happy, zippity-doo-dah. If NOT, you have assumed the Status Of Pervert. Get help.
*************************************************************************************************************************
As always, must MUST hear from you (or they’ll close me down!) Should Tweakers be encouraged or counselled? Do you enjoy being Tweaked? Are you a Tweaker? Do you always Tweak by the rules? Should Tweaking be rehabilitated? Is Tweaking a valid component of the flirting arsenal? Is Tweaking more acceptable in rural and regional areas? And, of course, anything else……
Just click on the ‘comment’ thingo and follow the simple instructions. The place to write your gems is at the bottom of the last published comment. *A little bit of counsel for people new to this caper. Your email (just called ‘mail’ in this case) address does NOT come up on site. And just ignore the ‘website’ space – not necessary!
Prawn Cutlet Award
April 6th, 2009 at 2:35 pm
I dare NOT tweak.
Good. KJ
April 6th, 2009 at 2:40 pm
A nip on the bum is quite Continental
And Tweaking is a girl’s best friend.
Roses and diamonds are only mental
But rounded, pear-shaped or Occidental…
A Tweak will always hit the spot in the end.
April 6th, 2009 at 2:41 pm
Tweak NOW or forever hold your peace…..
April 6th, 2009 at 2:45 pm
SOMEWHERE IN BRITAIN
Tiffany just scratched Breakfast on the bum.
UNAPPRECIATED tweak.
Dear TGM – what is happening there please? Are you still in the old bomb shelter? KJ.
April 6th, 2009 at 2:47 pm
Scary. Tiffany could get arrested
April 6th, 2009 at 3:31 pm
Me?
I’m a slapper, particularly when the bum is twitching from side to side like a pinada on the dance floor.
Or, as a fellow nanny from Essex, once told me: We’re going out in search of some pattage.
In fact, it is more of a firm pat than a slap.
Lovely.
Dear Slapper,
You must been nannying on the Continent. For tweaking stops – and pattage starts – at Calais. KJ.
April 6th, 2009 at 7:12 pm
If you see a man whistling in the street he’s just been tweaked by the woman he’s taken to dinner.
PS: Long way to go before we have the Tavern of Tweaking.
GCM,
I repeat – Tweakers NEVER announce themselves. Serious Tweakers would NEVER frequent the Tavern of Tweaking. KJ
April 7th, 2009 at 10:38 am
I’ve just been letting my fingers do the winking…….
April 7th, 2009 at 4:44 pm
Went to a pasta restaurant for lunch.
Thought I saw a Tweaky Bird. When she came to my table with my meal she bent over to place it in front of me.
But, I just could NOT tweak, just could not.
I feel terrible because this is the first time I have lost my Tweaking nerve.
Dear GCM,
Everything will be okay NEXT Tweak. Tweaking while a waitress is bending over with HOT food has a difficulty rating of 8.5 EVEN in the highest echelons of Tweaking circles.
You must Tweak again TODAY.
Public transport is always good for nervy Tweakers with confidence issues. KJ.
April 7th, 2009 at 4:47 pm
KJ,
You’ve changed the BOOT story. I’ve a little to add to that.
Yesterday, I took my lovely class on an excursion to the local antique/junk shop.
We were all excited having had a term of Mystery Items in the style of Aunty’s Collectors.
In the store, Sally from Year 6 repeatedly called out: Look Ms Meg, you’d like this!
She was always right. Sally found for me a pair of black Italian leather ankle boots. She was certain they’d fit as she’d tried them on herself.
I parted with $12 and Sally carried the boots back to school. At lunch time, she modelled them in the playground. When told to take them off, she did so IMMEDIATELY.
She’s a good girl.
However, Sally’s white socks were now black! I hope her mum understood.
Much to Sally’s amusement, I’m wearing the said boots today over black socks.
**We frown on Tweaking in the Primary Education sphere.
Dear Megsy,
I used to love going to Vinnies in Leeton as a teenager. You know those shoes cum boots that the nuns used to wear? Lace up thingos with elegant low heels – NOT unlike those worn by Flamenco dancers……
There were always a couple of pairs available.
HOWEVER, I could never bring myself to buy some – the thought of parading around in a dead nun’s shoes was just TOO much to handle.
KJ.
April 7th, 2009 at 5:06 pm
I’m TOO frightened to go out.
I fear there are Tweakers everywhere.
There There Poor old White Knuckle……
It’s free, it doesn’t hurt, it’s carbon neutral and it’ll give you a little thrill…KJ.
April 8th, 2009 at 3:36 am
Dear KJ,
Once again, I take umbridge with you – this time, with the Do’s and Dont’s (your Catechism) of the Craft ot Tweaking.
Tweakers have been around for ever – legend holds that T-Rex was a class Tweaker. And how do you think that David Attenborough rose to fame? He has captured some of the best Tweakers in action imaginable.
KJ (in the contemporary sense) PLEASE add to your Tweaking sites, the SPA.
Yes, it’s true, care needs to be taken in this realm.
I almost came to an horrible end indulging in a little improvised SPA Tweak. I encouraged the TWEAKER to use his flippers (thongs) to TWEAK just a little harder.
Too much laughter. Forgot that I was in a high turbo, high-suction gissmo.
Happy ending. That brave Tweaker lost his thongs for my womanhood.
*We have submitted a Development Application for a Spa Tweaking Club close to you.
Dear Fanny,
It is my duty to inform you that while you may have enjoyed yourself immensely, what you describe here is NOT Tweaking. Rather, your tableau falls squarely within the realm of private FROLICKING.
*I intend to present my Rules For Private Frolickers in an upcoming post.
April 8th, 2009 at 8:59 am
My Dear KJ,
Can I just say?
Can I just say?
Can I just say…..?
For it is written,
Yeah – even on the Dawn of a spanking new Broadband Super Highway -
The Rev Kev is Human.
For……
Verily
Verily
Verily…….
I too Tweaketh.
And Yeah Miss KJ, I feel all the better for it.
God Bless you for helping other poor souls
Come Out
Of the Toilet
And Tweak Openly and Freely
Across this Mighty Land.
*My Com Car tooketh me past a line of people at a bus stop only this morning
and I say unto you: Everyone was Tweaking: The Laying on of Hands!
It was a Miracle.
Verily some even Twittered as they Tweaked.
Very Moving.
Very Human.
April 8th, 2009 at 10:15 am
Dear The Rev Kev,
I’ll tell ya something for free……..
There’d be NO questions being asked about your character if you’d TWEAKED – rather than got the shits with – that hard working hostie. KJ
April 8th, 2009 at 1:45 pm
The Rev Kev,
Have just heard!!!!
$75,000 so far for my little school compliments of your Highly Stimulatin’ Package.
Thanks from Ms Meg.
Everybody: TWEAK for Megsy NOW!!!
April 8th, 2009 at 4:22 pm
I’ve been following The Rev Kev’s Tweaks trying to see what the fuss is all about.
While I’m still not certain why you’d bother (if you had a life that is) apparently Tweaker has been taken over by geriatrics, aka people older than 25.
I’m all for striking blows for anti-ageism (amongst other things) but as you point out in the historical context of Tweaking, it is not a game for the young, naive trend followers.
Tweaking matures like a good wine and is full of surprising peppery overtones. (Mace in mexico).
Tweaking has the cadence of beat poetry.
I hear that Google is in talks at this very moment to integrate Tweaking into their search capabilities.
Dear Mad & Menopaused,
Know EXACTLY what you mean…
RIGHT NOW, I’m Twittering, Twitching, Teetering, Tinkering – and Bitching ALL AT ONCE. Truly, a gal doesn’t know whether she’s coming or going…….
BUT one thing I can tell ya – I KNOW when I’m Tweaking. It is as if all madness has ceased….and the world is good.
* Six successful Tweaks today. Mixed gender. All in ABC lifts. KJ.
April 8th, 2009 at 5:44 pm
Hello everyone,
I did two Tweaks this arvo especially for Megsy. I felt good, THEY felt good.
– KJ, did you start your Tweaking career in Leeton?
I think it’s harder for Tweakers in country towns. As you know, it’s easy to get a REPUTATION.
April 8th, 2009 at 7:30 pm
Hello Ex-Leetonite,
I certainly did start my Tweaking life in Leeton.
I started Tweaking in Year 11 at Leeton High School. I had escaped from the nunnies and felt ever so free. Even Happy-Go-Lucky.
My first Tweaks targetted Year 12 Prefects of both sexes. Most reacted well – EXCEPT snobby girls off rice farms at a time when they still had water.
From these humble beginnings, I started Tweaking at live music-fuelled events in the Leeton Soldiers’ Club Auditorium. It was in the Auditorium that I first realised I was a VERY good Tweaker….that I was moving into an altogether different Tweaking League…..
I will NEVER forget my unbounded joy when I successfully Tweaked a Civic Father at a Rice Bowl Festival Ball.
I don’t know if I had a REPUTATION as a Tweaker.
I hope so……..
* Roma Street, did you Tweak in Leeton?
April 9th, 2009 at 12:06 am
She may be weary
Looking a little peaky
Women do get creaky
Looking so much in distress
But if she’s peaky,
(Women get it weekly)
Try a little TWEAKINESS.
April 9th, 2009 at 8:56 am
Good, good mornin’ to ya all…….
I HAVE JUST TWEAKED MR MARK SCOTT (MD IN) THE ATRIUM!
If only I could have bottled the the look of pure delight on his face.
He asked me to help promote the Corp’s new Set Of Values……..
April 9th, 2009 at 10:37 am
Well, congratulations, KJ!
Tweaking someone’s atrium is a very difficult manoeuvre, as those large open spaces are hard to get a handle on. It’s not like tweaking someone’s back porch or balcony.
And thanks to Meg too for keeping us abreast of The Rev Kev’s package in action.
You realise that if this is the start of the truly wired world, the neural network in action, SKYNET, then what sense is it going to make of the 80% of the world’s data transfer that is about sex or tweaking?
Forget ‘Second Life Shakespeare’ and ‘Social Media’. The web 3.0 is going to have grope capabilities.
We’re going to have to lock it outside in the evenings when it comes home drunk.
Hello again Mad & Menopaused,
I always knew my Tweak in the atrium was a big ask but I had, just HAD to go for it.
It was an urgent Tweak because tomorrow (Good Friday) is the only day of the year on which I refrain.
Tweaking on Good Friday is a Mortal Sin.
* I’m so thrilled that we’ve got someone in here who knows what’s going on in cyber space.
April 9th, 2009 at 10:39 am
The Big Lebowski!
Shame on you. Us creaky women don’t need it weekly.
We need it whenever we want it and you’d better be ready.
Mad & Menopaused,
But NOT tomorrow – Good Friday.
I’m just starting to pen my Easter address. It urges everyone to keep their legs CROSSED. KJ.
April 9th, 2009 at 12:04 pm
SOMEONE has to ask – let it be me.
Greek and loving it, what do you like most…..being the Tweaker or the Tweakee?
April 9th, 2009 at 12:34 pm
Dear Mad & Menopaused,
Apologies.
Come on let’s Tweak again, like we did last summer
Come on let’s Tweak again, like we did last year.
Do you remember when, Tweaking time was coming……
Come on let’s Tweak again, Tweaking time is here….
http://www.chezmaya.com/05/3/lets_twist.htm
April 9th, 2009 at 3:07 pm
SOMEWHERE IN BRITAIN
The bomb shelter is looking good.
There is an old bag of whitewash and a brush from WWII days and it did not take long to smarten the place up.
Breakfast and Tiffany have chummed up again and have adjusted to meals of pigeon eggs and mushrooms.
The solar powered laptop (formerly owned by The Rev Kev) enables me to communicate, and there’s a power point and shaded light in case the Hun Bombers are sent over again by Angela Merkin – SORRY – Merkel.
Fascinating that there’s a phone line to the Commons. Must have once been connected to Winston’s War room.
It’s open and you can hear the private conversations of Ministers in Cabinet even now.
Are they talking about the washup of the G-String 20?
No, they are discussing if prawn cutlets are on the menu and if the recession means they’ll have to drink Moroccan-style beaujolais, and all of their wives are impossible.
Had a bit of fun by speaking over the loudspeaker:
Attention Ministers! Tweaking is NOT permitted in cabinet and must be confined to the Parliamentary dining room!
You could almost hear the hands going back into pockets.
We had Tweakers in the old days at Bletchley, and parachuted them into Germany.
RIP ‘Scotty’ Ferguson (Military Medal) who tweaked the Fuehrer as he bent over the map of Russia. Scotty paid for it with his life. A gallant man if ever there was.
MI5 lent us Tweaker trackers to shadow German agents in London.
One Tweak and their cover was blown.
The Deutsch just cannot handle a good bum pinch.
Real Englishmen enjoy it and hope that it will lead to the strap and bondage.
Dear The Ginger Man,
Thank God you’re here! Everyone worries when we don’t hear from you. What super fun you’re having.
……I won’t be Tweaking tomorrow (Good Friday) on the grounds of inappropriateness.
BUT, pattaging with prawn cutlets IS allowed. You should see my freezer. KJ.
April 9th, 2009 at 3:23 pm
The Leeton High School Tweak I recall was a little MORE than an innocent pinch.
An enormous bruise was on my left buttock by an angelic looking Year 11 boy.
Fortunately, it opened new experiences to me which I enjoy to this day.
Yet ANOTHER triumph for Public Education! KJ.
April 9th, 2009 at 10:22 pm
My Darlings Everywhere,
I want KJ to know that I invent the Tweak.
Many rump has had a touch of the Fabios.
Dear Fabio,
I don’t think you INVENTED the Tweak. Rather, you TWEAKED the Tweak…..
KJ.
April 10th, 2009 at 8:51 am
Good (Good Friday) morning everyone…….
NO Tweaking today on the grounds of respect.
If YOU are TWEAKED:
*Immediately identify the Tweaker. Explain in clear but non-theatening language why what they have done is inappropriate.
*IF the Tweaker shows no signs of remorse, suggest you pray together.
* Pray.
* When assuming the upright position after kneeling, QUICKLY move AWAY from the Good Friday Tweaker. For it is now that TEMPTATION could swiftly render a beautiful and serene occasion, CHAOTIC.
*** I’ve just had my traditional Good Friday breakfast – 12 crumbed prawn cutlets with two glasses of creaming soda. KJ
April 10th, 2009 at 9:50 am
Dear KJ,
So the explosion I just heard was an almighty burp from you?
Dear Megsy……me and creaming soda! I love it and I hate it but I just can’t stay away from it. KJ.
April 10th, 2009 at 12:57 pm
SOMEWHERE IN BRITAIN
Four young people and a dog arrive in the bomb shelter.
They know it’s Good Friday so they bring curried egg sandwiches and creaming soda.
We had a big burp together and said our prayers.
Some liked Breakfast, others Tiffy.
I told the Famous Four And A Dog not to talk to strangers.
Off they went to church, Brekky tagging along.
Tiffy said MEOW, no thanks.
Hey, my wallet is missing….
Oh, here it is.
A senior The Ginger Man moment.
Dear The Ginger Man,
Did Timmy Tweak Breakfast?
Fancy the Famous Four And A Dog having creaming soda, NOT the usual ginger beer. Fancy that!
I always thought the Famous Four And A Dog were prats – can you confirm?
STAY AWAY from Uncle Quentin – he’s dangerous…..
KJ.
April 10th, 2009 at 4:21 pm
Hello the Dude and everyone,
Which is best? To tweak or be the tweakee? Difficult. I’ll have to give both a go and let you know. Could take some time. Can you all wait till tomorrow?
I’m usually a foot-on-leg stroker. Under the table style.
*A well-known sports commentator once asked me about my mirrored-toed shoes. They’re good for looking up men’s trousers I said.
Been looking up any trousers lately? he always asked.
In retrospect, I should’ve tweaked him.
Dear Greek and loving it,
We call ALL wait until tomorrow and so MUST you. NO Tweaking until midnight. If you are tempted, please come straight back in here and we will help you through. I have found today very hard – TWICE, I nearly, nearly Tweaked. I fell to my knees in the street and prayed for strength. Passersby, thinking I was in trouble, ran to help. Stay away from me I yelled: STAY AWAY! I CANNOT TWEAK YOU. I picked up my hot cross buns and went home. KJ.
April 11th, 2009 at 7:21 am
Good (Easter Saturday Morning) Everyone……
TWEAKING ban lifted.
Yee-heee!
Off to have coffee and my first TWEAK in 24 hours.
It better be a good one.
Good Friday king prawn cutlet tally – 5.53 serves (34).
*Bonus king prawn cutlet tip – EAT the feet. Great anti-osteoporosis weapon.
Greek and loving it – good luck with your personal Tweaking research. We await the results.
Tweak, Tweak, KJ.
April 11th, 2009 at 9:54 am
Tweaking mission completed!
Three Tweaks – two 10/10.
One unsuccessful. Geriatric Tweakee. He looked stunned, even decidedly unwell.
His wife gave me a terrible look.
Did I feel guilty?
NO.
KJ.
April 11th, 2009 at 10:03 am
My dear friend KJ,
I now understand that this is NOT a pick up site.
HOWEVER, do you know of any forums where I can arrange my first Tweak?
If The Geriatric Chick Magnet, White Knuckle, The Big Lebowski, The Dude, Bill O’Slatter, The Ginger Man, The Rev Kev, Big Swifty are OFF limits, I think Fabio will oblige.
So Fabio, I have the rump, you have the shank……..
*Off to buy my own Easter Egg casket.
Dear Marry Me,
A special Easter gesture only for you my dear. For two days only over the Easter long weekend I declare this (in a moment of compassion) your very own PERSONAL pick up site.
* Hold off buying that Easter egg casket until Monday – it’ll be half price.
KJ.
April 11th, 2009 at 10:17 am
My dearest KJ,
Thank you, thank you……
I promise to respect your generous offer.
Should I pick up, I will tell all.
Happy, Happy Easter to everyone……
Much love, Marry Me.
April 11th, 2009 at 3:20 pm
Dear Marry Me,
Welcome to my very own (private) Easter Parade.
Don’t forget to wear your Easter bonnet.
April 11th, 2009 at 6:37 pm
Tried to Tweak and be Tweaked but it’s much harder than I thought.
I told two close friends about my mission and headed with them for the biggest, tightest crowd I could find.
Trouble number one was that everyone was mostly seated or on stilts.
In desperation, I Tweaked one of my confidantes.
She hardly responded. Well, I had warned her I suppose.
Then I did Tweak an ‘unknown’, but the victim hardly responded.
Afterwards, my friend felt sorry for me and pinched my bottom while I watched a man juggle knives.
What am I that even close friends won’t take my Tweaking seriously?
Greek and loving it,
MEN juggling knives……A ONCE-IN-A-LIFETIME Tweaking opportunity!
WHAT on earth happened to you?
Of all the members of our little community, I would have said: Greek and loving it would be the one to Tweak a man juggling knives…..
But, all is NOT lost. Tonight, while washing up, ask your husband to juggle the kitchen carving knives. While he is in action, TWEAK him quite hard.
Congratulations. Your relationship has just gone up a notch in the excitement stakes. KJ.
April 11th, 2009 at 8:31 pm
Amazing how you guys continue to get away with this piffle. Clearly nobody cares. Must be a worry.
April 12th, 2009 at 9:26 am
St Paul,
I’m going around to help Greek and loving it with the washing up.
Would you like to come too?
April 12th, 2009 at 11:07 am
Good morning St Paul.
Up until now I have felt quite alone in my efforts to improve the standard of posts in this blog. Now, on Easter Sunday, You Have Risen!
With your gentle admonishment we afflicted souls are given another chance – like the chorus of St Mathew’s Passion – we interject the question ‘Wohin?’ (Whither), and are answered by the bass – ‘nach Golgatha!’
The dying words of Christ, ‘Es ist vollbracht!’ (It is acomplished) are yours to sing St Paul.
The Evangelist adds his statement ‘Und neiget da Haupt und verschied’ (He bowed his head and gave up the ghost).
And so we are all forgiven.
April 12th, 2009 at 2:34 pm
St Paul, you have encountered, you say, piffle, on your Road to Damascus.
Well, cast the dust from your sandals then.
You can put away childish things, be adult.
Adult attitudes brought us 100 million war dead, and it’s still going on.
You walk in here, find people having fun, and say call the manager!
Why not stay and enjoy the piffling, perplexing, penetrating, polymath, pulchitrude of this blogging and stop being so anally retentive?
Pee is for piffle.
April 12th, 2009 at 4:43 pm
Attention KJ and others,
Can anyone help me? I’m trying to think of the name of Leeton’s first pizza joint, which was on Wade Avenue next to the motel. It would have opened in about 1980, I think. This is driving me nutso. If anyone can help me out I will be grateful.
April 12th, 2009 at 4:57 pm
Crisis over (I think). Tropicana.
Hello there Roma Street,
I can’t ever remember Tweaking in a place called the Tropicana.
Sorry, but I’m not willing to call our naming crisis OVER at this point. KJ.
April 12th, 2009 at 5:37 pm
Dear Roma Street,
CRISIS over!
I rang one of my sisters who just happens to be the Leeton CBD historian.
The name of the pizza joint you speak of was TON-JAYS.
TON-JAYS was replaced by PESANOS.
PESANOS closed.
There is to be a post-PESANOS establishment opening in the not too distant future.
Did you ever Tweak in TON-JAYS?
KJ.
April 12th, 2009 at 6:02 pm
The Dude,
Thanks for the offer to help with the washing up. But, Lent is not over for Greeks yet…..
A couple of ashtrays, a bread basket and a small bowl emptied of olive oil, I can do.
But, I will soon need help for the BIG one. Offal soup Friday midnight followed by day-long cooked lamb on the Sunday.
God, I think my mother is at the door. Must go or I’m cooked.
Dear Greek and loving it,
Would appreciate recipe for offal soup. Will make a nice entree for a family celebration coming up. KJ.
April 13th, 2009 at 9:08 am
Thanks for going to that trouble, KJ. I was actually thinking of a different pizza place altogether. Ton-Jay’s is (was) on the corner of Wade Avenue and God Knows What The Name Of The Other Street is with that old garage on the corner, going toward the Madonna Place end of Wade Avenue, diagonally opposite Mountford Park. In my day (pre-Tonjay’s) it was owned by the Saffioti family and called the Calabria (much more euphonious).
The joint I was thinking of was down the other end of Wade Avenue, opposite-ish the side entry of the Roxy, just past the motel if you were walking toward the war memorial.
Gee Roma Street,
Well, I’ll be buggered! I have NO memory of the Tropicana. But I will defer to you on the grounds of your impeccable local knowledge. Happy Easter, KJ.