First, a colleague who had recently visited Sweden had brought me copies of some Swedish magazines. There was one that was a bit like “Woman’s Day”. The other was a bit more like “Women’s Weekly”.
It was a lovely gift, especially since the Swedish in these magazines is reasonably simple and straightforward. I was able to skim through the magazines as quickly as I would a similar magazine at the supermarket.
Actually, another colleague (who doesn’t speak Swedish) had no problems following the stories either. I guess it’s because the story of Brad and Angelina is reasonably straightforward, no matter what language you speak.
Still, she noted the magazine was full of “Swedish people I’ve never heard of…”
The other magazine featured the more well-known Agnetha Faltskog, as having appeared recently at a Swedish Royal function.
Minutes later, another colleague turned up with a guest from Sveriges Radio in Kalmar, a town in Southern Sweden. She was in Australia, as her son is studying here for a year. And although I knew she was coming, I wasn’t expecting her today.
“Why do you speak Swedish?”, she asked. A question for which there is no easy answer.
“Kom med mig”, I said to her, as I took her around to meet my colleague who is half-Swedish/half-Australian.
For a country that’s on the other side of the world, and on opposite parts of our hemispheres, she seemed a little surprised to discover a large amount of Swedishness.
Both she and her son mentioned there was a lot of interest in Sweden for both Australia and New Zealand. “Everyone wants to come here”, they told us.
It’s mid-afternoon in Perth, and I’m back in my room with the fan on maximum rotation trying to cool down after an interesting and busy day.
I started the day off with a coffee, a smoked salmon baguette, and an apple strudel at a Swedish cafe.
Even in Perth, there’s a little bit of Sweden, it seems. Well, more than a little bit; quite a lot actually, as there are fifteen locations across Perth where you’ll find a “Miss Maud” eating house. There are sandwich shops, pastry shops, coffee shops, and even a “Swedish Hotel” on the corner of Pier and Murray Streets.
According to the Miss Maud website, Miss Maud came to Australian in 1971 where she…
fell in love with the sunny disposition of the people, the long golden beaches, not to mention the wonderful weather.
But, she then goes on to say…
But how I missed the warm, inviting restaurants and quaint little sidewalk cafés of Sweden. And never more, than when my mother arrived from Stockholm for a visit.Where could I take her for a nice lunch or a splendid afternoon tea? I yearned for rich Swedish coffee and traditional open-faced Swedish sandwiches like the Shrimp Boat and Gangplank. Back then my mother and I had to settle for a counter meal at the local pub. Not quite where a couple of ladies would go to enjoy each other’s company. I decided it was time to bring a little taste of Sweden to Perth.In 1971 “Miss Maud” was born.
Forty years later and I’m not sure Miss Maud’s remains a “little bit of Sweden” in Perth. At the coffee shop this morning I noticed a Princesstorta and even a Queen Silvia Cake, and there were smoked salmon and prawn baguettes, but pretty much everything else seemed pretty “mod oz” to me.
But the business remains very successful. In fact, a colleague argued to me yesterday the case Miss Maud was the reason why there isn’t a Starbucks in Perth. He told me Starbucks did the maths and decided Miss Maud and Dome and a few others pretty much had the coffee market in Perth sewn up, and so haven’t bothered to open an outlet here. Praise The Lord!
After breakfast I wandered around for a while, and then listened to my favourite tech podcast, TWIG, before catching the ferry down to Fremantle. I had some lunch, I bought a shirt, looked in some shop windows, I looked around the Maritime Museum, a replica of The Endeavour, went to the beach, checked out a few tourist information places, and generally had a very pleasant time.
Australian Prime Minister, John Curtin was Member for Fremantle
Fremantle Town Hall
We’re going to Fremantle – Vengaboys
Stunning beach weather at Fremantle
Child immigration statue at Fremantle
A replica of the Endeavour is circumnavigating Australian in 2011-2012
House worth $56-million, apparently, on the Swan River in Perth
Miss Maud Swedish Hotel in Perth, Western Australia
Even though this visit for Perth is for work, today felt very much like a holiday, I must admit. Happy New Year!
My social life goes through fits and starts. There are some weekends when I have absolutely nothing to do. I sit in the house, twiddle my thumbs, and regret the inactivity. Other weekends I go from event to event.
Friday night was more of the latter than the former, as there were three functions I’d planned to go to. There was the general christmas party in the television studio, another christmas party, and a farewell party for a colleague and friend who was leaving. I made it to two of the three parties which I thought was a fine effort.
As as few of us travelled between parties we came to a conclusion: music can either make or break a party.
Last year’s Christmas Party was fun, but not as much as fun as this year’s simply because the music was so incredibly good this year. Last year, the dance floor was empty for much of the evening. This year it was busy from very early in the evening.
“You know what the music reminds me of?” a colleague said to me at one point. I looked her straight in the eyes and said “The Exchange Hotel mid 90s” and she burst into agreed laughter. Minutes later, as MC Hammer came on with “You Can’t Touch This” I was taken back to the weekly disco at The Vines at The Berri Hotel in South Australia.
It’s amazing how music can take you back to a particular place and time, isn’t it?
I think I developed a slight crush on one of the DJs as he appeared to channel for a while my entire musical collection from the mid 80s to the mid 00s.
The problem with modern photography is that it’s sooooo easy to take soooo many photographs. Unlike the old days where film afforded you at most 36 photographs before you needed to change, the modern “slide night” could end up lasting several days and several nights. To make it easier when I catch up with friends over the next few weeks, and when they ask to see some photographs from my trip to Spain, here are my favourites.
Jeff Koons – Puppy in BilbaoHarsh angle, but it’s me at The Basílica i Temple Expiatori de la Sagrada FamíliaCasa Mila RooftopGuell TouristsCatholic Cathedral in MadridExposed walls in Madrid
After a low moment last night, feeling frustrated by my inability to navigate a crowded environment, I was hoping for a quick turnaround. Attending the ‘No Limits’ amputee conference today was exactly the right antidote.
I woke up to a lovely blog post comment from my former colleague, Rosie, who thanked me for my honest in last night’s post and said it (and other posts) gave her a greater insight into my experiences as someone living with an acquired disability. I write this journal for two reasons: to help me make sense of my own world, and in the hope that it will help others going through similar challenges.
The conference began with an insightful talk by Paralympian, Don Elgin. Don, a multi-sport Paralympian who was born with different-length limbs, spoke about the greatest piece of advice he could give to other amputees and people with limb differences.
It’s the same advice given on aeroplanes: put your own oxygen mask on first before attempting to help someone else. It was a perfect thought to keep in mind, especially after my feelings of self-doubt.
I first saw Don speak last year, and even as the host again today, his stories felt fresh and authentic. He realized long ago that he had the power to inform people about disability, and that’s what keeps him motivated—a feeling I can relate to with this blog.
Don Elgin: You can find more about Don’s work at his website: donelgin.com.au.
Another truly inspiring speaker was Adam Smith, an amputee from the NSW Central Coast. After becoming very sick in 2023, Adam had all four of his limbs amputated. He spoke about the darkness he felt while in the hospital but quickly resolved to not stay in that place. He constantly pushes himself to his limits, describing his experiences bushwalking in difficult environments and boxing with prosthetic lower arms. He was a fascinating and lovely person to chat with afterward.
I also spoke to some other people I know from the ‘Limbs for Life’ Facebook group, and had a great chat with Luke Missen, a champion tennis player from Bairnsdale. Luke, who is of short stature, is an internationally-renowned Australian player in assisted tennis—a sport played standing up, unlike wheelchair tennis, but with slightly different rules.
He told me about a tournament happening next Thursday just down the road from where I live in Sydney, and I’m looking forward to going along to watch, and maybe give it a try.
One of the great champions of this type of tennis is comedian Adam Hills. Known for hosting the TV show The Last Leg, Adam was born with limb difference, uses prosthetics, and is a prominent advocate for disability awareness, and he was there today. We connected through our shared history at the ABC, and I had a chance to get a photo with him, which was a real highlight of the day.
I didn’t quite make it to the end of the conference, coming home just after lunch, because I was feeling a little tired. but it was a fantastic experience.
When I first arrived, I was struck by how much had changed in just 12 months. This time last year, my physical state was so different. Today, I’m further along in my journey, and it was funny to find myself looking around at other amputees. Normally, I’m the first one looking for a seat, but this time I found myself scanning the room to see if someone else might need it more than me—a fascinating change in perspective.
There were some fun moments too, including a physiotherapy class led by Cathy Howells OAM | Amputee Physiotherapist, a well-known expert in the amputee space. While the stretching and lunges weren’t my favourite, we finished with some great choreographed dance moves. I suddenly realised how totally uncoordinated I am, as I struggled to follow the routines, but it was a lot of fun. At one point, I wished we could have just done a dance I already knew the steps to: “Time Warp!”
Not everything in life is sure, but one thing certainly is: there’s a major food delivery at McDonalds on Broadway every Wednesday night. I know this because I have a reasonably regular Wednesday night routine which means I always see it.
My usual Wednesday night routine has been – usually – go to Swedish class, and then catch up with mates at a pub in the inner west. Generally speaking, after a few drinks, much laughter, and a bite to eat, we’ll finish up somewhere between 10 and 10.30pm and go our separate ways. Half the time I’ll catch a cab into the city, and half the time I’ll catch a bus. Whether or not I’m using a bus or taxi, I always get let off just before the stop near UTS and then catch a bus home to Surry Hills. And that’s when I see The McDonalds Truck.
So yeah, I guess, I should have begun this post by saying “not everything in life is sure, but two things certainly are: there’s a major food delivery at McDonalds on Broadway every Wednesday night, and I’m always there to witness it”.
This information provided for stalkers and those with an interest in McDonalds delivery patterns.
Remember when cameras used floppy discs for storage? I received an email today from Andrea which reminded me… “Discovered an old floppy and decided to have a look at what was on it. I found you…” It’s a series of photographs taken in Inverell several years ago when I visited there for the Tom Roberts Festival. Andrea and I went out to a location where they were re-enacting the famous “Bailed Up” painting. Nice memories. And here’s another one.
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There is a difference between Women’s Day and Women’s Weekly? Who knew?
Yes of course there’s a difference between the two. “Women’s Day” comes out weekly and “Women’s Weekly” comes out monthly. As I recall at the time when the weekly went from being a weekly to a monthly, some wit observed they had to keep the name as you could never name a magazine “The Women’s Monthly”.
There is a difference between Women’s Day and Women’s Weekly? Who knew?
Yes of course there’s a difference between the two. “Women’s Day” comes out weekly and “Women’s Weekly” comes out monthly. As I recall at the time when the weekly went from being a weekly to a monthly, some wit observed they had to keep the name as you could never name a magazine “The Women’s Monthly”.