Last Wednesday night I went to Starlight Cinema at North Sydney Oval to see... wait for it... The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Oh, the bliss. I know it's probably wrong on many levels for an (almost) 41 year old married mother of two (as I would undoubtedly be described in a newspaper article commenting on my demise or imminent jail sentence) to get so much sheer joy from a very old, grainy, probably dated movie featuring a transvestite and a lobotomised Meatloaf.

But I do get an immense amount of pleasure from this movie, each and every time I see it. And I've seen it many, many times. I love all the songs and knowing every word and singing along. I love Tim Curry as Frank'n'Furter. He is camp heaven on a stick. It represents my youth and all the weird parts of my personality which are buried deep under my conservative working mum facade.

Long live The Rocky Horror Picture Show.