Over a drink or two the other night, I was chatting with a friend and colleague about my brief theatrical career.
All throughout high school, I was always one of the kids chosen to “read aloud” when we studied English.
And of course, with my radio background, there was always a bit of drama here and there.
But it wasn’t until I lived in Renmark that I appeared on stage – properly – for the very first time.
Having met some “theatrical types”, I was encouraged to go along to auditon for the Renmark Theatre Group, a local amateur group.
The first production I was involved in was a pantomime: Jack and the Beanstalk which, I recall, went on for an inordinately long time. As I remember now, I think the production probably went three hours or so.
Renmark Theatre Group – Jack and the beanstalk
And of course, I was selected for the role of Jack’s mother. Very camp. Lots of fun.
The only other production I was involved in was a play called “Bananas” which was a political critique about racism, Nazism and all that kind of thing.
I have some very fond memories of my time with the Renmark Theatre Group, and went looking online last night to see if I could find anything about the group, including hopefully something about my time there.
I do, however, have a photograph from the Murray Pioneer in 1990 (I think)…
I showed the photograph to my friend and colleague today at work. She thought it was a hoot, and so do I.
I spent most of the afternoon on a walking tour called, “Slurry Hills and Razorhurst”, presented by Mark Dunn President of the History Council and organised by 702 ABC Sydney. Although I’ve been on a number of local history walks before, this was probably the most interesting and illuminating one I’ve ever been on.
The tour started on the steps of St Peter’s Church, Devonshire Street, where we were shown photographs of Kate Leigh’s funeral which was attended by many people including Tilley Devine. According to the accompanying blurb, “From the 1920s until the 1940s two women ran the Sydney underworld: Tilly Devine and Kate Leigh. This walk starts at the front door of Kate’s house and ends at the front door of Tilly’s, taking in the haunts, hollows and hovels of Surry Hills and Darlinghurst along the way”.
What was supposed to be about 2 hours in duration ended up closer to 3, not that anyone minded since there was so much to learn along the way. Although the common thread was Kate and Tilley and their trade in sly-grog, prostitution, and shoplifting, we also stopped by historic buildings including the Baptist Temple where Arthur Stacey (the man who wrote Eternity on Sydney footpaths) attended, and the Reader’s Digest Building (formerly the stables for a brewery).
The house in which Kate Leigh was living when she died, located on Devonshire Street, Surry Hills near The Shakespeare and Mohr FishArguably, the most famous brothel in Sydney – A Touch Of Class.The house where Tilley did most of her work up until her retirement.
Come to the end of the walk I grabbed a quick bite to eat and met Andrew for a brief drink.
Now two hours later I’ve got the washing machine pumping away, the television is playing quietly in the background, and I’m enjoying putting my feet up.
You know you’re bored, or you know you’re desperate for something you read when you read junk mail from “City of Sydney”. It’s not as if it’s lacking, though, since I receive quite a few letters from “City Of Sydney” each week. But anyway, I picked up the brochure this morning about the 2007 Gardening Competition (May 21-June 27) and was inspired to read it. Well you know we boys do have to read in the toilet!
As I don’t have a garden myself, I decided to go for a walk down my favourite street, McElhone Place instead. It’s a great little street directly parallel to Fitzroy Street where the residents have banded together to ban cars and to decorate their former-slum-street with beautiful gardens. The result has been a physically beautiful street, and one which has a great sense of community pride.
Surry Hills, Sydney: It’s a great little street directly parallel to Fitzroy Street where the residents have banded together to ban cars and to decorate their former-slum-street with beautiful gardens. The result has been a physically beautiful street, and one which has a great sense of community pride.
Half way through the year, Sue and I went on a trip to China. When she first spotted the “Nexus Holidays China Sampler” late last year, we both thought it sounded “too good to be true”. For about the cost of a return flight from Sydney to Beijing (about $1200-$1300), the sampler price also included an internal flight from Beijing to Shanghai, accommodation in “five star hotels”, about three quarters of the meals, tour guide support, and entry to lots of major tourist attractions.
That it was previously advertised at close to $3000, and was now being offered (through Living Social) at a much lower price, made it sound even more extraordinary. After consideration of the uncertainties we decided we would go ahead and book anyway, deciding to pay an extra $400 for single accommodation instead of the twin-share. Right up until the last couple of weeks before travelling, we still couldn’t quite believe the generousness of the deal.
Tour Group in Tiananmen Square, Beijing
The last time I was in China (I mean, the first time I was in China, which was in 2010), I visited my friend Kate who was living there pretty much permanently. She was working at an art gallery there, and had an apartment in a building a very non-western part of Beijing. She invited me to come to visit and so of course I said yes.
Being with someone who had spent a bit of time there, and who had developed a network of contacts and friends (mostly among expats) meant that I was able to go a little deeper more quickly into life in Beijing than the average tourist on a package deal, which is what I did on the China Sampler. I got to do some amazing things and really treasure the memories of that trip in 2010. It’s one of those holidays where I can pretty much recall everything that happened on every day, and the way I felt about my experiences.
But this time around, being on a tour group and the experience was different. Not better, not worse. Just different. On the positive, I probably received a little more of the “educational backgrounder” than I’d enjoyed previously. On the negative, there were moments when I wished for something a little less “touristy”.
This was Sue’s and my second international trip together, having last year visited Germany, Denmark and Sweden. And it was our third holiday together in quick succession, having also travelled together to Tasmania last November. Having Sue move to Sydney in 2014, to become a more regular part of my life has been one of the highlights of the year. There was one weekend, in particular, I recall when she and I made plans, and were catching up within minutes, something that hasn’t been possible for nearly thirty years, since we both lived in Brisbane.
But as one friend has re-entered my life in a physical sense, another has left. In July, my dear friend Colin died after a lengthy illness. Colin and I first met at the end of 1991 in Wagga, where I’d recently moved from Renmark. It was a Friday night and I was invited by a couple of new friends to attend a party at Colin’s place.
Colin Anderson
Although Colin was the Head of Drama at Charles Sturt University for many years, I didn’t know him from a bar of soap. I hardly knew the people who’d invited me. So when Colin walked up to me and asked (with a wry smile), “Who are you and what are you doing here”, I replied, “I was told if I wanted to meet anyone interesting in Wagga, I should meet you”. “You can stay”, he said with a laugh.
Over the next few years our friendship in Wagga blossomed. It was cemented when we both, at similar periods in time, moved to Sydney. With a bite to eat here, and a glass of wine there, we became good friends, sharing a common love of theatre. In the last few years his health declined dramatically, and so he eventually moved back to Newcastle (to be closer to his family). In the last couple of years he had been in a lot of pain and discomfort.
Other highlights of the year have incuded: attending a lovely wedding in April; regular catchupswith friends; catching up with Sandra when she and Robert visited from Sweden; ACTUALLY meeting long-time imaginary internet friend, Carol who it turns out is actually not Carol in real life at all; and , believe it or not: standing on stage in front of the Prime Minister, Tony Abbott.
Photograph taken by Kerry Alchin Order reference: PAIU2014/152.27 Contact: esales@awm.gov.au
After the career-based intensity of this year, my thoughts have already turned to next year and to the possibility of travel. I think I’d like to buy an around the world ticket, which would potentially include visits to Japan, Sweden (of course, for Stockholm Pride) and New York. Japan? Japan fascinates me – there’s no other way to put it. I’d like to explore it. Sweden?
In many respects it’s been “a year without Sweden” as I neither visited Sweden this year, nor did I attend Swedish classes (too busy and too tired by eight o’clock on a Wednesday night). But I maintained an interest, have continued to read, listen and watch, and even had a moment in Sydney when I Swedish language skills remained okay, so in 2015 it’s probably time to re-visit those skills.
And as for New York? “You would love New York. You would gobble it up”, my friend Colin used to say. Throughout our years of friendship, we often spoke about the theatre scene there, and so I’ve always had a deep down desire to visit New York. So yes, after years of him urging me to go, I think 2015 will be the year for that next adventure.
PS: There was one other major event of the year which I haven’t written about yet, but was life-changing in many ways. One day, I hope I’ll be able to share the story. In the meantime, it’s just one day at a time.
I had an early morning start Friday. I woke up at about 5, I think and then briefly went back to sleep until the phone rang. Shock! It was time to get up and head off to the beachside swimming pool at Bronte for work-related activity. Even on a cold morning, there was a reasonable crowd of people swimming laps and enjoying breakfast at nearby cafes.
After a fairly intense start to the day, and with lots to do when I got to work proper, I found myself a little tired by mid-afternoon and so gave myself an “early mark”. After a brief nap on the couch, a group of us from work caught up with a former colleague who has secured a permanent job and sponsorship in Australia.
My friend Graeme was at a nearby table, as were hundreds of after-work drinkers. And the promotional staff from Guinness were there too, offering free drinks (which tasted AWFUL), and trying to engage us in a sports trivia quiz. After unsuccessfully asking us questions about sport, I suggested they might try questions about beer instead, which of course I’m an expert in. I won a t-shirt which, unfortunately, is a little too tight, though it’s probably suitable for sleeping wear.
Bronte Pool at Dawn
Today was also a day for catch-ups, first with a good friend I haven’t seen for a couple of months. “Feel like going for a walk to Bondi Junction”, she asked on the phone this morning.
“Which way would we go?”, I thought, hoping we could make it there without having to endure too much of the early morning tragedy that is Surry Hills and Darlinghurst. “You don’t even notice them anymore, do you?”, she said to me at one point, commenting on my lack of awareness of the significant number of people on the streets of Surry Hills and Darlinghurst asking for money.
As we walked to Bondi Junction, we stopped in at a couple of shops along the way, as well as the Paddington Markets. Along the way, we noticed a “children’s animal zoo” near Centennial Park and a lonesome girl sitting at the Bondi Junction bus stop, having already devoured one-third of the latest Harry Potter book which had only gone on sale two hours earlier.
The customer service at Westfield was quite good, although we did think one of the guys who served us was nice, despite his obvious incompetence.
From there it was back home to catch up with a mate up from Canberra and one of his old uni mates (and Fruits in Suits buddy of mine) for lunch at Bar Reggio in East Sydney (which was excellent) followed by a bottle of red at the Dolphin Hotel.
Memorable comments from our time included an observation about metrosexuals… “If they’re gonna act like poofs, why don’t they go the whole hog?”.
Darlinghurst Laneway
Most memorable from the Dolphin, however, was the woman who was literally lying down over three chairs. I was half-tempted to ask if she’d like another. Good looking for her age, she was tall and “greyhound thin” and we decided she was probably one of the people who had tried out for the first series of “Big Brother” but had missed out to Andi, the dominatrix. Also memorable were the huge crowds which had arrived to watch a footy match, in which we had absolutely no interest. At that point, we decided it was time to head off and find something more interesting to do.
One of the first things I did when I got to work today was organise to do my Swedish homework.
As mentioned previously, it was homework right up my alley: conduct an interview with a Swedish person living in Sydney about their life.
It didn’t need to be a lengthy analysis of their lives and motivations, just a brief chat about how they came to be in Sydney, what they missed about life in Sweden, and whether or not they had plans to return.
As a colleague is half-Swedish, half-Australian, the challenge was easy to organise. And as it was in a medium which I have spent most of my life involved in, it was something which I felt comfortable with.
Nonetheless, I still felt a little bit nervous as we conducted the interview late this afternoon.
“Speak slowly, won’t you?”, I asked her. “Treat me as if I’m a three year old”, I suggested.
She didn’t speak down to me, but she did speak slowly, which really helped.
And I was quite excited that I was able to understand and ask follow up questions.
So overall, it was an exciting process. The next step is to transcribe the conversation and send it off.
Otherwise, it was a reasonably ordinary Wednesday.
I’m a bit tired tonight. I guess it’s because the weekend was so busy. And because I’ve had a non-stop social life since about last Tuesday.
It’s the “hump day”, and I’m anxiously awaiting the weekend as a time just to relax. I might do the odd thing here or there, but basically I’m looking forward to a bit of an afternoon nap come Saturday, I reckon.
I woke up late this morning, but never mind, since the weather has been pretty awful all day. We’re expecting more of this over the next few days, according to the weather forecast.
But it wasn’t just the weather that kept me in bed until about eleven o’clock. It was the fact that I’d stayed up until about four o’clock in the morning watching “Smash“.
A couple of weeks ago I heard the series described as both “Glee for grown-ups” and “Glee for the theatre crowd”. Honestly, how I could I resist such a description, especially when the program also features actors from two of my favourite television programs – Debra Messing (Grace from “Will & Grace”) and Jack Davenport (Miles from “This Life”).
The series centres around a small group of theatre types who are planning a Broadway Musical about the life of Marilyn Monroe. As with all good dramas, all of the characters have their flaws and the series is very much about how they deal with their “demons”. I’m up to episode seven, with eight more to go, and I’ve just read NBC have commissioned a second series which is good.
But yeah, television watching kept me mostly busy for most of the day before heading out for some fruit and vegetable shopping, and to catch up with my niece visiting from Lismore. “Sorry about the weather I told her”, when we met.
Michelle and James
She’s in town for 24 hours onlyattending an engagement party. It’s not often that my family comes to Sydney. Growing up in Lismore, Brisbane was always the “big city” we visited, not only because of proximity, but also as we have quite a few relatives based there. It would be nice if they came more.
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Funnily enough, when we were driving through NSW last week we saw a couple of different posters for local amateur drama things, and were musing about how many young people first performed on stage in country and suburban drama clubs, and thus gained the confidence that took them to the next step in their lives.
Think I might head off to the State Library to see if they have copies of The Murray Pioneer. There’s got to be a better quality image somewhere. Nice boobs though? And yes, very MCC.
Funnily enough, when we were driving through NSW last week we saw a couple of different posters for local amateur drama things, and were musing about how many young people first performed on stage in country and suburban drama clubs, and thus gained the confidence that took them to the next step in their lives.
I think drama is a great thing for all aspects of life. Even if you never act on stage again, you learn something about yourself, I think.
Oh god, that photo is wayyyyyy too much information! My image of James is shattered!!!! It’s very Magic Circle Club!
Think I might head off to the State Library to see if they have copies of The Murray Pioneer. There’s got to be a better quality image somewhere. Nice boobs though? And yes, very MCC.