“Well, well, isn’t that a happy face!” began the email from h2, who comments from time to time on this blog.
It was such a lovely surprise to receive the email which alerted me to a video clip on the website of the Swedish newspaper, Expressen with yours truly front and centre. My friend Graeme can also be seen in this image.
“Normally it’s the queue at Bourke Street Bakery that’s this long” joked one of the people handing out how to vote cards at Bourke Street Primary School this morning. I decided to vote early this morning, thinking the earlier I got in, the more chance I’d have of avoiding a lengthy queue, since Surry Hills isn’t (to my eyes) a community of early risers. How wrong I was.
On top of that, they’ve changed the electoral boundaries, and I’ve been redistributed into the seat of Newtown, , as I’ve previously written about. In previous elections, there’s always been a high rate of absentee voters at this polling booth (due to the large number of people living in rented accommodation and often moving about) which has meant locals were quickly moved to the front of the line. But this time it’s different with local voters forming the large majority of the queue, and it’s the voters of Heffron and Sydney (the neighbouring electorates) who were brought to the front of the queue.
Voting at Bourke Street Primary School
The wait wasn’t too bad, I guess. Maybe twenty minutes? There were times when I thought I might give up and come back later, but I decided to stay around, sniffing the smell of the bacon and egg, sausage etc sandwiches at the stall being run to support the primary school was too great. Unfortunately the coffee wasn’t ready (Bills Blend by Single Origin – hey, it’s Surry Hills) by the time I made my way in to vote. But as I came out, it all seemed to be pumping along nicely. The school also has some very nice cupcakes which made the wait well worth it.
Saturday Night At My Place Ten years ago I was out and about, enjoying Sydney’s nightlife, in all its variety. Now it’s a glass of wine, takeaway Japanese, a computer and watching #nswvotes
Today was an almost complete re-enactment of last Saturday. After all the chat of the week, I needed some peace and quiet today. Only a few work calls. A bit of chat here and there. But mostly, I was pretty anti-social.
As well as the CD, the digital radio, it’s also got an iPod Dock and you can connect USB players/devices via the port on the front of the unit to play MP3 and WMA tracks, although it’s unlikely Colin will use the other components.
The CD and the radio, however, are excellent.
Were it not for the fact that I’m heading overseas soon and am trying NOT to spend money, I would have bought one myself.
So in an effort NOT to spend money, I spent the remainder of the day at home listening to music, reading, and for a while chatted with Damien over Skype.
He’s currently in South East Asia on an extended trip.
I also did a little of my own travel planning, securing a couple of train tickets between Stockholm and Malmo.
Although I tried several times to purchase the tickets online, I was unable to. Sometimes the apostrophe in my name causes confusion for websites. I think in this case, there must be an issue with trying to purchase the tickets with an Australian credit card, as it was processed easily via a telephone call to SJ, the Swedish train system.
“Excuse me, Sir, you’ll need to show me some form of I.D.”, the young man at the bottle shop said to me tonight. That he was probably half my age, didn’t help, and so I put it to him that I was 52 years of age and hadn’t been asked for I.D. in about thirty years. It was then he explained the situation: “We have a register of banned drinkers in the Northern Territory, and you can’t buy take away alcohol without some form of I.D.”.
Though I’m still a little surprised by it all, I can probably understand the environment in which the law came into being: the Northern Territory has a reputation for being a place of many people who drink far too much, and alcohol is banned in many communities.
The big drinking culture of Darwin was fairly evident when I first visited here back in the late 1990s, and then with subsequent visits up until about 2010, which was probably the last time I visited. I’m not sure if the legislation has changed their big drinking reputation of Darwin, but it’s surely a sign that Darwin has changed somewhat.
Looking out to the Arafura Sea
And you can see it in the centre of Darwin. When I first visited here, central Darwin was low-rise, with only a handful of apartment blocks. The centre of Darwin is now made up of lots of apartment blocks and hotels up to about ten stories. And there’s the development down at the wharf, which was once an old pier with a few fish and chip shops and bars, which is now quite an exclusive place to live or visit.
I’m staying on the third floor of an apartment block in what’s described as “City Heights”. It’s about a fifteen-minute walk to work, and the team here have provided me with a list of places to grab a coffee on the way.
Thankfully, though, there are some things about Darwin that haven’t changed. Government House is still wonderfully beautiful, an example of older style Darwin architecture. There’s Parliament House, often described by locals as looking like a wedding cake. And there are bits and pieces of pre and post-Cyclone Tracey architecture to be found.
And of course, there’s the famous Mindil Beach Markets (now held on a Sunday as well as a Thursday), where you can enjoy music, a terrific atmosphere, and some awesome food from some of the many different cultures you’ll find here.
Mindil Beach Sunset
And of course, there’s the awesome sunset, where people sit on the beach and watch the sun disappear and applaud. Today’s was especially good, as there was a low tide, so I was able to walk out quite some distance.
When you’ve been given a megaphone to look after for the night, do you have any idea how tempting it is to misuse it?
It all started at about 6.30 tonight as I was about to leave work. It had been a reasonably busy and exhausting day and I guess I was feeling a little playful.
And so with just a handful of people in the office, I walked around doing “emergency warning messages” to much delight amongst those still in the office late on a Friday. And I mean that. If they thought I was being a wanker they would have told me.
Then, as I walked towards the bus stop with my colleague, Laura, she dared me to use it in the Devonshire Street tunnel.
The truth be told I would have loved to have used it, screaming at all the slow-walkers, and those people who can’t walk in a straight line. “Get out of the way, I’m coming through”, I wanted to shout, but ended up just saying, “hello” rather softly.
On the bus home tonight I was tempted again, but resisted the temptation.
And then tonight at home, I’ve had to stop myself from using and abusing it.
You know how some people “get off” on positions of power? Well, for me the pleasures are a little more simple, I reckon. Give me a megaphone or a microphone…
Speaking of which, I went delving through our archives at work in search of a few items from my former career as an on-air presenter. I’ve been able to locate some great pieces, including a lovely piece where I interviewed Dawn Fraser about moving to a property near Griffith. In particular, I love the opening line, “In just a few weeks we’ll know whether or not Sydney will host the Olympic Games”. That must be – what? – 1992 or 1993?
I did some serious journalism, too, but this piece gave me a giggle and so I thought I’d share it here today.
Obviously today’s experience with the megaphone means there’s a bloke who likes to hear the sound of his own voice, even now.
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Hi James
Welcome back! I really enjoyed reading your posts during your trip, it made me ‘home-sick’ for Stockholm and Sweden. Having spent the best part of 7 months there over the last three years, I share your deep attraction to the city. I was in town for Pride last summer and whilst not attending any of the events, enjoyed the city and wonderful weather.
Hi James
Welcome back! I really enjoyed reading your posts during your trip, it made me ‘home-sick’ for Stockholm and Sweden. Having spent the best part of 7 months there over the last three years, I share your deep attraction to the city. I was in town for Pride last summer and whilst not attending any of the events, enjoyed the city and wonderful weather.
A friend commented this photo looks a bit Hillsong revival.