Although my friend told me the forecast was for conditions which would be “stinking hot”, I work a jacket just in case. A warm afternoon in Canberra can often turn into a cold night, and I had visions of walking home in the freezing cold after attending the Australia Day Concert.
This trip was part-work, part farewell for my friend Patrick who is soon leaving to spend three years overseas. “Thanks for putting on such a great farewell party”, he joked as we stood and watched the annual Australia Day Concert on the lawns of Parliament House.
It was the first time I’ve attended and I enjoyed it very much. The telecast of the Australian Of The Year Awards is a bit odd, as it’s recorded at 6pm for later replay. And because it’s on commercial television, they include commercial breaks in the filming which in some respects spoils a bit of the momentum of the presentation of the amazing stories, but which does, on a positive note, give you a moment here and there for a break. But the concert itself was the real surprise for me.
The concert featured a broad range of popular Australian music, with a real emphasis this year on Indigenous performers which is a good thing, especially since they’re all so talented. Jessica Mauboy is a star, and Stan Walker is a star in the making (and a hottie). There was also a young dance group that everyone seemed to know (except me) who were fantastic.
Filming the Australian Of The Year Awards for later broadcast
Karl, Lisa, Adam, Julia and Local Hero Finalists
Jessica Mauboy and Stan Walker perform Waltzing Matilda
Ron McCallum wins Senior Australian
Andrea and James
Myf Warhurst is interviewed by ABC Local Radio
Adam Gilchrist is interviewed by ABC Local Radio
Parliament House
Patrick
McClymont Sisters
Groovy young dancers – sorry cannot remember their names
Chooky Dancers
Myf Warhurst and Todd McKenney (keeping his pants on)
Seriously, the worlds cleanest portaloo. And it smelled beautiful too.
Australia Day Concert
And in case you’ve forgotten the words, there’s an autocue
Fabulous performers for finale
As I walked back to the hotel it was still warm. The 20-minute or so walk back to my hotel was reasonably pleasant, though I’d ditched my jacket by then.
Coming through town the queues into bars were lengthy, and full of young people out for a great night on the town. So much for Canberra’s unfounded reputation as being a rather stiff-necked place for middle-aged public servant families. Put simply: tonight (at least) Canberra rocked.
How good does this look? We had just been to see a play at nearby Belvoir Street Theatre, and decided we “couldn’t go home” without a bit of desert. We explained this to the waiter, and somehow, in their really busy restaurant, still managed to get a really good table. As we talked over the play, we also listened in to the conversation of a nearby couple who were clearly on a first or second date. It was painful to listen to the small-talk as they posed trivial questions to each other. “Though later in life I might regret being single now, I just don’t think I could go through that again”, I told Sue. “I’m sure it’s much easier to go out to a bar get drunk, bring someone home and find out the next morning they’ve pretty much moved in. Well, it worked last time”, I added. Meanwhile, Sue had the gelato and I had a donut-like desert served with what appeared to be warm nutella. Yummo. Highly recommended.
Our day was dedicated to exploring Suzhou, a city renowned for its classical gardens and so interlaced with waterways that it’s often called the “Venice of the East.”
The morning began with a visit to the famous Lingering Garden, and for me, this was a personal highlight. I absolutely loved walking through this UNESCO World Heritage site, which truly felt like stepping into a classical Chinese painting. I remarked to a fellow traveller that it would be a lovely place to simply sit and contemplate things over a couple of hours, followed by a cup of tea.
Lingering Garden
The only challenge was that our visit coincided with the Dragon Boat Festival public holiday, so the tranquil paths were teeming with crowds. While finding a quiet corner for contemplation was nearly impossible, the garden’s beauty was still profoundly evident.
From that serenity, we moved to an insight into one of China’s most famous industries with a stop at a silk spinning factory.
Silk factory
The tour was led by a wonderfully engaging guide whose deadpan delivery of corny jokes made the experience truly memorable. “Silk worms just eat and sleep,” she explained with a perfectly straight face, “…like my husband. But he doesn’t produce silk.”
She was a masterful salesperson, and her presentation of the factory’s products was pure theatre. Demonstrating the benefits of silk pillows, she asked, “Do you know how a silk pillow can stop your husband from snoring?” She paused, looked around the group, and continued, “You just hold one over his face for five minutes!”
Having clearly watched some American television commercials, she ran through the shopping list of different silk products, punctuating each item with a gleefully delivered, “But wait, there’s more!” She’d announce a special price for one thing, then add that something else was “also free,” at one point even making a joking reference to getting a free set of steak knives. She was so funny and such a good salesperson that I was almost tempted to buy a full set of silk sheets and a doona cover.
Our wonderful tour guide/salesperson, Sofia at the silk factory.
During our time in the region, we were also offered an optional activity: a cruise along a section of the ancient Grand Canal. For me, this was non-negotiable. I had fond memories of a canal cruise from a trip with my friend, Sue, in 2014, and I was eager to experience it again. The boat tour offers a unique perspective, gliding through narrow waterways under gracefully arched bridges, offering a secret glimpse into the city’s backyards.
A cruise along a canal in Suzhou
The timing of our visit was perfect, as it coincided with the Dragon Boat Festival. After the cruise, we disembarked into streets teeming with people celebrating. The air was thick with excitement, and the laneways were packed with stalls.
The festive atmosphere had made us hungry, and after a look around, we found a spot for lunch where I had some delicious shumai and dumplings.
Outside of Beijing and Shanghai, English wasn’t widely spoken. A common way of ordering food involved taking a photograph of what I wanted and showing it to the cashier. I also used Google Translate a fair bit. This was my lunch in Suzhou.
After eating, we were given some free time to explore on our own. As I wandered, I saw an artist offering to draw caricatures. On a whim, I decided to sit for one. For about four or five dollars (20 Yuan), it felt like a fun, spontaneous thing to do. I really enjoyed the quiet engagement with the local artist as he/she/they sat, focused, carefully sketching a drawing of me.
Some art from my visit to Suzhou
I took the drawing back to show some others from my tour group. “You know who you look like?” one of them said, laughing. “I know,” I replied. “I look like Norman Gunston, don’t I?” We all had a good laugh about that.
In the afternoon, we boarded the coach for the 40-kilometre journey to the nearby city of Wuxi.
“You need to go around the corner and take the lift. But they might not let you in, because it turns into a club at midnight. So if you can’t get in there, you can always go to the beer garden down below. Or you could try Heifers and Hogs. People used to go there, but they don’t anymore so it’s closing down. But everyone’s trying to go before it closes”, was the very firm but friendly advice offered to use by a thirty-something woman in gym clothes at about 11 o’clock at night.
As we were both a little jet-lagged, and were just looking for a couple of drinks to “knock ourselves out” for a good night’s sleep, we weren’t too fussed about where we had a drink. So we ended up having a couple of beers in a couple of smaller “neighbourhood bars” not far from where we’re staying in the Chelsea district of New York.
Michaela had been flying for some stupid amount of time, including a five hour lay-over in Los Angeles. I’d also been flying for about twelve or thirteen hours, having left Stockholm at 9.45am local time. I flew Swiss Airlines, which turned out to be a really pleasant experience. Like the planes and the inflight entertainment system, the flight attendants were a little older, meaning they were both friendly and experienced, and the food was also reasonably good. I watched a couple of terrific old movies along the way – Chocolat, The Birdcage and Philomena – and even managed an hour or two of sleep.
Even though I am a terrific sleeper on transport, I didn’t really want to sleep, as it was a daytime flight, with a mid-afternoon arrival in New York. Even though I could have taken my luggage as carry-on, I checked it in due to the connecting flights. In hindsight this was an excellent idea, as the passport control queue at JFK Airport was very slow. I don’t mean they were inefficient, it’s just that they have to process so many tens of thousands of people who must arrive everyday. It took me roughly 100 minutes from the time we landed to the time I “made it to the other side”.
So I skipped the my plan for public transport, and grabbed a taxi into Manhattan. As I made my way towards the hotel, walking the last few blocks, I had one of those “OMG, I’m in New York” moments. This is my first visit to the United States, and it’s doubly exciting to be here with a good friend.
We screamed with both with laughter and delight as we caught up at the hotel we’re staying in for out first night. “The Leo Hotel“ is a “guest house for Catholic travellers”, though not nearly as glamorous as the Catholic guest house I stayed in Rome for roughly the same price.
“I checked Google Maps”, I told Michaela, “…and we’re about half a block from The Highline”. Google Maps also provided a few nearby bar and restaurant suggestions including a “gay sports bar” around the corner and a restaurant “The Cookshop” which billed itself as providing food “from the farm to the hipster” which, of course, we couldn’t resist.
“That’s a Flinstone serve” you have there, was how Michaela described the mixed grill I ordered. Although the restaurant was a little noisy, we both enjoyed it very much, as the food was good and the service was excellent.
Having enjoyed our meal, we set out determined to find a bar to have a drink and to chat to some people. “I’d forgotten how helpful Americans can be”, my friend Michaela said, as everyone we spoke to seemed to delight at offering suggestions to the two Aussies who had arrived. In fact, the bar manager at the nearby Westside Tavern went so far as to write down a list of places we should visit while staying in Brooklyn. He seemed like a lovely bloke who told us he had been to Australia. He also seemed very happy with himself, as while he worked, his wife had sent him some video of their unborn baby “kicking it”. Sweet.
Places to eat and drink In Brooklyn
So the verdict on New York so far? Not as busy as I thought. Not as “dressed up” as I thought. Really friendly. So… so far… we’re loving it.
“You know about the P’s and B’s of journalism?”, I remember my friend and colleague Tony once asking. He and I were sharing a house at Bourke in Western NSW, where we both worked at the radio station, 2WEB. I was a young pup, and I learned much from him due to his age, seniority, and having previously worked as a journalist and professor in the United Kingdom.
“For the tabloids, journalism is about bingo, booze and broads”, I remember him telling me with a laugh. And, in order of reader/listener interest, the priority was “princes, prices, people, places and politics”, he added.
I asked him about “princes” and he told me, they weren’t only royals, but anyone famous, and sometimes, politicians could be princes.
I remember this conversation to this day, and it’s been wonderful guidance throughout my career in journalism.
In some ways, Diana was two of the p’s. She was both a princess and a person we all had an interest in, and all thought we “knew”. I’m guessing we’ve all had theories about what “happened”, ranging from “saint-like mother” to “troubled person” to “misadventure” to “they had her killed”.
The new film “Spencer” takes in a bit of all that, though the film doesn’t touch on what happened in Paris, focussing instead on a period of two or three days around Christmas some time in the 1990s, when Diana and Charles were separated, but not yet divorced.
Over the course of those days, you see Diana estranged from the Royal Family, always running late, not wanting to wear the right clothes or “play the game” any longer. There are some wonderful playful moments with her children, but also some disturbing moments that seek to portray the concern of William and Harry about their mother’s disturbed state. She seems deeply troubled, imagining a relationship with Anne Boleyn, is self-harming, and wanting to return to a simpler life. The film also imagines a close relationship with a female servant. Much of the film is imagined and relies on allegories.
This is not the kind of film you would find on “The History Channel”, “The Biography Channel” or midday movies. This is not “happy families”.
A few hours later, after watching it, I’m still not sure if I like the film.
As I left the cinema today my fellow patrons also seemed somewhat bewildered. You know how you normally hear people chatting, saying “oh that was good” or things like that? Today, there was just silence from my fellow viewers. Nothing.
And yet I know some people will love this film, and others will loathe this film, depending on their version of the Diana story. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good film with good acting and direction. I’m just not sure, at this stage, where it fits into the biographical story of Diana.
Conscious that I sometimes share material on other platforms that never makes “the cut” here on my blog, I will start sharing a few bits and pieces here also. These are the tweets, posts, and observations that still seem relevant at the end of each month. Lots of ephemera, but hopefully still quite entertaining.
October 12 : This came in the mail today. You can take the boy out of Lismore…October 13 : This is opening only metres from my home. Very excited.
October 14 : Priorities!
October 14 : The vibe amongst people I’ve spoken to is this: “Even if Gladys knew everything, can’t we forgive her/postpone it for a couple of years? Everyone else is so totally hopeless…”
October15 : Google Maps tells me all of the different cities I’ve visited this week.October 16 : Apparently there IS a difference between coffee in Sydney and Melbourne. Spotted this at Coles tonight. It’s on a special. Of course I bought the Sydney. Ler’s see how it goes.October 19 : It’s amazing what you discover in a suit you’ve worn for the first time since March. A towelette from KFC. Very handy in these COVID times. Awesome day yesterday with my colleagues from #abcpride
October 24 : Overheard at the bottleshop, two young men. 1 : Do you think she’s pretty? 2.: Yeah 1: Do you think shes a lesbian? 2 : Yeah, yeah. 1: Yeah, its the art gallery thing. The other person in the queue, who I assumed was a lesbian, and I smiled and rolled our eyes.
October 25 : Some family photos from today’s storm in Brisbane (Holland Park).
October 26 : Getting NBN installed, and so I will soon have a home phone again. I’ve just emailed the two people likely to call me on it.
October 31 : Just ran into someone I know who is a former LNP staffer (for a fairly conservative federal MP) “God help the world if Trump is re elected” he said. Thinking it must be a fairly extreme part of the LNP who would want his success
October 31 : Watching the QLD election on ABC News. Though from Northern NSW, there’s a fair bit of Queensland in me.October 31 : Yeah, yeah, yeah I know I should reflect on his talents as an actor, and for all of the wonderful things he did in his life, and blah blah blah… But hey, he was also a total hottie. #callmeshallow
I’m normally asleep before take-off. Within seconds of switching off my mobile phone, my head can normally be found bobbing from side to side, probably to the annoyance of the person sitting next to me. And there is always only one, as I have a preference for aisle seats. I don’t want to be the one who has to ask for permission to slide through on my way to the toilet. Instead, as the person who falls asleep, I’m generally the one who the permission is asked of.
But not today. I scored well in Airline Lotto or Airline Sudoko. I’m not sure what the call it: the process where I carefully select my seat on the basis I’m hoping to score three seats between two. You tend to go towards the back of the flight, as it seens people tend to more commonly book seats in rows closer to the front. You aim for those seats where someone has already chosen a window seat, as no one ever wants to choose a middle seat. Yes, these are the thoughts that go through my mind. There’s just me and one other bloke sharing three, while the rest of the plane to Melbourne is packed to the rafters.
Not that it really matters, I suppose, since I am an awesome sleeper. Friends joke about my ability to fall asleep anywhere, anytime. I can sleep on planes, on short bus trips, even when I’m with a friend and we’re lying on the couch together watching television, I can sometimes fall asleep. To my embarassment, I once slept through and missed a dinner invitation. My friends were worried and rang and sent messages, but I slept through. They teaase me about it all the time.
I thought I’d sleep all the way to Melbourne. Yes, I fell asleep before take-off. But after what I thought was a fairly decent nap I awoke, only to discover we were still on the tarmac. So, after a brief nap, I thought I’d take this time of internet silence for a few brief updates.
On the weekend I went to the new film about Erroll Flynn, “In Like Flynn”. As it was billed as a “pensioners screening” at George Street, I was imaginging something quite old fashioned. Instead, the movie is a modern action-packed adventure, telling the story of Flynn’s early life, before he went to Hollywood, when he was quite the adventurer, travelling the Papua New Guinea and Queensland. The film is quite violent, and there were times when I had to turn my ahead away, due to the violence. The film is also “quite sexy” with the lead actors providing a fair bit of “eye candy”. I quite enjoyed it, and I’d recommend it.
In Like Flynn
The other thing I’ve watched lately, and which I’d also recommend, is a Netflix documentary about the life of John Lennon. The focus for the film is Lennon’s time in New York City during the 1970s. Initially attracted to a quieter life (away from the celebrity he enjoyed in Britain), he and Yoko settled in Greenwich Village. I hadn’t realised how much there were attempts to extradite him, due to his anti-war activity. I also hadn’t realised he and Yoko had separated for a time. After a period of heavy drinking, they ended up together together, and he transformed himself into the “home dad” evident in the Double Fantasy albium. Threre’s an interesting reference to the number of times songs on the album use the word “well”, as a description of his sense of well-being. Listen to the song “Woman” and you’ll hear the word many, many times. It’s a really interesting film which I enjoyed very much.
Aside from these cinematic recommendastions, the last few weeks have involved lots and lots of work, and lots of regular catch-ups with friends. I particularly the treasure the catch-ups with my good friend who was diagnosed a few months ago with breast cancer. She’s been through a double-mastectomy and reconstruction, and she’s currently undergoing radiation therapy. Throughout, she’s had a terrific attitude of “fuck cancer”. She even has some ear-rings with that phrase on them. Yes, we talk about how she’s going with the cancer, but we also talk about “normal stuff”.
We caught up last week for dinner at The Paddington. Awesome food. Awesome company.
I’m in Melbourne for the next few days with work. I’ve also organised a catch-up on Thursday night with some friends from different parts of my life, who I think may really enjoy meeting each other. One is someone I’ve known since high school. After a number of years living in the Phillipines, he’s back living in Melbourne with the partner he met there. He loves a good chat, especially about politics, which he worked in for a number of years. Another is a friend I’ve known since university, and who is now living at Geelong. Then there’s the friend who I met many years ago while working in Wagga Wagga. Through a mutual connection, she’s also met and made a friendship with annother friend in Melbourne. They both work in photography and the arts, and through Facebook updates, I see them now catching up regularly. I think they’ll also enjoy meeting and talking about art with another friend who I only met physically about a year ago, but who I’ve been chatting online with since the days of Myspace!
As you travel through life you meet so many interesting people, and too often they are segmented into different and quite separate parts of your life – your high school days, your work colleagues, your hometown and family friends – so I’m quite excited at the prospect of half a dozen people from different parts of my life coming together and meeting each other.
And, thankfully, it’s not at my funeral!!
“How’s the weather?” I asked my friend Sue who has been in Melbourne for several days. “Sunny and 26”, she replied in a text. Clearly, I’ve brought the weather from Sydney down to Melbourne.
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Hi James
Do you have any video of the Mauboy Walker duet from this event? I remember seeing it on the night, and thinking it was pretty amazing, but can’t find a video version of it online anywhere.
Cheers
Olivia
Hi James
Do you have any video of the Mauboy Walker duet from this event? I remember seeing it on the night, and thinking it was pretty amazing, but can’t find a video version of it online anywhere.
Cheers
Olivia
Sadly no, only photographs, but was an amazing performance.
Thanks James!