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Circular Quay to Manly
Manly really is seven miles from Sydney, and a thousand miles from care.
I spent the afternoon with some friends at Manly’s 16-foot Skiff Club. A few drinks, a bite to eat, lots of good conversation.
Here are some photographs I snapped along the way.
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Devonshire Street Light Rail
Sydney is undergoing a revolution. 50 or so years since the trams were removed, they’re returning as “light rail”. Pretty soon, I’ll have a tram heading up Devonshire Street, not far from where I live. As construction work is underway, I thought I’d share a few photographs. (Hi Highriser). I’m planning on sharing some more on the weekend.
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(I’d) Murder (To Get) On The Dancefloor
“When are you going to open up a dancefloor?”, I joked to the woman behind the bar at my local pub tonight. After months and months of COVID-19 social distancing, people are at last, able to stand around in bars and up to 50 people at a time are allowed to dance.
Even though I don’t go out dancing all that much, the restrictions have been one of the biggest psychological barriers for me. I can’t begin to count the number of times the bar staff at my local pub have had to ask someone to sit down, to observe the restriction that if you were drinking or eating you had to be seated.

Khoi’s opened up only weeks before the full impact of the lockdown. Pretty quickly, they were forced to close for what appeared to be a permanent situation. A few weeks later, they opened with take-away. Throughout these difficult times, I continued to support them by buying more than my fair share of take-away. They’ve responded to my support in a friendly manner on both social media, and as I walk past. “Hello James”, they’ll say with a smile. I’m looking forward to catching up with a bunch of mates there for dinner later in the week.
As we read the news about the terrible situation in the United States in particular (can it get any worse?), it’s nice to see things start to returning to “normal” here in Australia.
In the last week or so, I’ve attended quite a few Christmas celebrations, all with the appropriate amount of social distancing. By the time Sunday came around, I was starting to feel exhausted by it all. I’m not the “social” person I once was in earlier parts of my life. I much prefer a gathering of only three or four others, and often struggle when the table extends to ten, or there’s a roomfull of people. Nonetheless, I do like getting out and about, and I welcome the changes.
Since I last blogged I’ve been to the movies again, to see the movie, “Monsoon”.

Though I couldn’t convince the woman at the bar tonight to declare an impromptu dance-floor, I look forward to the time when I might return to Oxford Street, and do more than just sit around.
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Life is a cabaret
I don’t remember exactly when I first saw the movie “Cabaret”, but it must have been when I was in my early teens (late 1970s). As a young “soon-to-be” gay boy living in a country town, it was life-changing.
I’ll never forget the scene when it was revealed Brian Roberts “liked men”. It was such an affirming scene for me at such a young age. I then went on to develop a huge crush on the actor playing the role, Michael York.
And of course, there was Liza Minelli in the role of Sally Bowles. I’d already known about Liza through her mother, Judy Garland who I absolutely adored. How could I be anything but gay with such an instinctive cultural pedigree?
And then there was the storyline, set in the Weimar republic years in Germany, as the NAZIs were coming to power. I studied German all the way through to the HSC, along with Modern History, and so my interest in that storyline was heightened.
I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve seen the movie since. However, I don’t think I’ve ever seen “Cabaret” on the big screen before, and that’s part of why tonight’s screening was so special.

As I listened to the response of my fellow cinema-goers, it was pretty obvious they were all fans of the movie too. Everyone knew the famous lines and often laughed out loud before the sentence was finished.
And of course, the thing about seeing these cinema classics now is that the digital “print” is so good. You see none of the imperfections you might have seen when it screened at cinemas back in the 1970s.
The memorable moment when the member of the Hitler Youth led the beer garden crowd in a rendition of “Tomorrow belongs to me” moved me tonight, as much as it did when I first saw it. In fact, a tear rolled down my cheek, as I thought about life then and now.
Over the last few years I’ve become increasingly worried we’re in similar times to that of the 1920s/1930s. The rise of fascism. The scapegoating of groups within society.
The personal issues, too. In 1920s Germany, there was a lot of open-mindedness around sexuality. Though things are probably a little more advanced in many parts of the world these days, there’s still a feeling that we could easily revert back to less tolerant times.
And of course, the music by Kander and Ebb and the performances by Joel Gray and Liza Minelli are awesome.
The story of “Cabaret” is based on the largely biographical works of Christopher Isherwood. The story was then turned into a play, and then into a musical.

And there’s the signature song. Who could not agree with the sentiment?
I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie
Songwriters: John Kander / Fred Ebb
With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea
She wasn’t what you’d call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she rented by the hour
The day she died the neighbors came to snick her
Well, that is what comes from too much pills and liquor
But when I saw her laid out like a queen
She was the happiest corpse I’d ever seen
I think of Elsie to this very day
I remember how she’d turned to me and say
“What good is sitting”
“All alone in your room?”
“Come hear the music play”
“Life is a cabaret, old chum”
“Come to the cabaret”
After tonight’s cinema screening, I think I’ll watch it again sometime soon.
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Personal Space
Having recently discovered the delights of the “Blue Travel 10”, I’ve been catching buses a lot lately. In preference to walking and trains, I’ve been making use of Sydney’s bus system, which I’ve found to be fairly good by and large. My favourite part about living and working close to the city is that if the first bus that comes along is overly crowded, I can catch another soon afterwards.

That wasn’t really the case tonight, though, when I caught a bus from Railway Square to Surry Hills (Cleveland Street). The bus was very crowded and I had miscellaneous bottoms and crotches in my face. It was then, I realised, as a result of having lived in Sydney for over 12 years, my “personal space bubble” has contracted. Having lived most of my life in the country, it would have nearly killed me to be in such close proximity to others. And now it doesn’t worry me anymore…







