Tag: Robyn Malcolm

Hello, I’m Violet, Violet Profusion – Principal of Atlantis High. I just love Las Vegas and recently I got to go there for my 10th time. So here is my guide to Las Vegas

Why I went to Las Vegas?

We arrived in Las Vegas and checked into our hotel “The Lost City of Atlantis”

The lights in Las Vegas are just “wow!” The whole skyline is just a neon glow.

I was all prepared. I’d brought lots of cash and I was ready to win!!

The Casino

Oh! The Casino in the hotel was just fantastic!! They had every type of game you could imagine, Blackjack, Roulette, Slot Machines, Rummie and a Wheel of Fortune. The atmosphere was electric and everything was so exciting! I was winning and winning and then….I was losing and losing.

That’s the thing with gambling – you need to know your limits and be prepared to lose. I can say that now (now that I’ve been to Gambler’s Anonymous) but back then it was all a ritzy dream. I was dreaming of fast cars and a luxury lifestyle – I’d forgotten what reality was.

And then I lost the school… but that’s another story.

“Okay, so during the summer holidays what’s a principal to do? Well, not many people know this but I actually own the local hair salon and every summer I go along and work there for a few weeks just to keep my hand in. Let me tell you all about it…”

 When I was a little itsy bisty girl I wanted to be a hairdresser. My sister Fuscia was older than me and her hair was a lot longer than mine so she used to make me put it in rollers and style it for her.

Oh how I loved the smell of curling tongs!

And I adored trying out all sorts of new styles on her. There were all the most popular styles of the 70’s as well as the ones that I made up all by myself and Fuscia got all sorts of comments when she went out and about on the streets.

Well, anyway, once I became settled as a headmistress and the importer of beautiful lingerie I decided to open up a hair salon to suit the upper class ladies of Sunset Cove. I would hate for them to think that they could ever look as amazing as me but I thought that they could at least have fun trying!

The most important thing about a hair salon is the name and I simply had to call mine after someone stylish, someone with a certain je ne c’est pas. And that someone was me. Yes, Violet’s was opened and has maintained a steady flow of customers ever since.

It might be the leopard print chairs that bring in the clients. Perhaps it is the top quality Brazilian GGgrrrr coffee that we grind ourselves. Maybe it is the neon pink towels that grab their attention. But what I think is that it is the overall realisation that they have entered a classy establishment.

You see, the walls are covered with a purple velvet shag pile carpet and the floor is white poodle fur. There are no sinks – clients get their hair washed in the waterfall that cascades down from the Aztec temple upstairs. The light fittings have been modelled on butterflies. There is a tank full of exotic pirhana in the corner of the room. And the sound of birds and insects play constantly through the boom bass speaker system.

Suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed out of the sky and hit Larry Square in the face. He crumpled to the ground in fear and his screams reached the ears of Queenie who came racing out of his milk bar to help him.

She leant down and reached over to Larry who was hiding his head in shame. Queenie pushed his hands away gently and recoiled slightly as she noticed that his once full and lustrous head of hair was now standing up like Medusa and was starting to fall out in clumps.

She soon got over the shock however and tenderly stroked what was left of Larry’s hair. “Don’t worry,” she said, “You still look beautiful to me.”

He smiled shyly up at her and the two locked lips and kissed their first ever kiss. One of passion and longing.

At that moment another streak of lightning flickered down from the sky and aimed right at Larry. As if in slow motion, Queenie pushed her beloved out of the way of the fork of white-hot lightning but was struck herself on the head.

As the crowd that gathered started to push in to see what had happened, Larry took one look at the sizzling mess that was Queenie’s hair and fainted.

Larry was still, as still as the dead and many in the crowd started to cry – the greatest living person in the town was dead! What a tragedy and just as he had found true love. Shame!

Queenie bent over her beau and stroked his cheek. A single tear fell from her eye and miraculously Larry opened both his eyes, smiled weakly up into the beautiful face and said, “Hallo Queen.”
The crowd cheered, Larry was alive!

After he had been released from hospital where he had been kept for 3 and a half months, 7 days and 48 hours suffering from concussion and delusions of being Prince Charming, Larry moved in with Queenie and they lived happily ever after.

Larry was made Mayor of Sunset Cove in honour of his generosity to the town and his continued support of charities and needy folk and the taming of the Hells Bikers.

His first public proclamation was to call October 10th a holiday in honour of the two lovers cheating death and proving that lightning can indeed strike twice.

He called the holiday Halloqueen as a salute to his wife and his several concussions and delusions.
And so that is how Halloqueen came to be in Sunset Cove.

We all get to dress up like Queenie and boy that woman has taste! She loves pearls and sequins, short frilly skirts and fishnet tights, neon pink nail polish and lycra cycling shorts.

Men, women and children dress up just like Queenie and parade down the High Street for her to choose the Queen of Halloqueen.

I am proud to say that I won the honour for 15 years in a row. People said that it was just because I looked uncannily like Queenie (well she is my mother!)

Then there’s a great bonfire at the beach and we all throw off our pearls and fling them into the flames, howl at the moon and make thunder noises with our feet on the sand.

After a BBQ and chocolate sundaes (kindly donated by the Princess Diner) the townsfolk head over to the High Street again for Drag racing. That’s when all the guys dressed up in drag have to run down the street and slowest one wins the prize – a year’s supply of hair product in honour of the singed manes of Queenie and Larry all those years ago.

And then the grand finale, a re-enactment of that fateful night when Queenie and Larry were struck down by lightning, lived to tell the tale and found true love – and the night ends with the crowd shouting “Hello Queen” as Queenie and Larry take their bows and exit stage right.