This photograph worries me slightly on two levels. First – I worry that my local branch of the Commonwealth Bank may be about to close. Where else am I going to visit to cash in my money box when it fills up? Second – I worry that it’s another retail premise that will remain empty for an extended period. It seems there’s an awful lot of premises in Surry Hills which are “up for lease” and which never seem to be ever actually leased to anyone. PS. Is Chris Momitsas the only real estate agent in Surry Hills?
Caught up in the dailies, so a little busy for a “proper blog”, though I hope to find time on the weekend. In the meantime, here’s a few recent photographs with some brief comments.
Earlier in the week I was going through some old boxes and found my ID card from 97/98. Or is it the album cover for an Indie band?
Look what arrived in the internal mail at work. So cool!!!
Finally, something in Sydney which is genuinely “New York”, and not just pretend. Restaurant Hubert.
Also…
Start spreading the news, I’m leaving in May.
I’m gonna be a part of it, Stockholm, Stockholm.
Just as things start to get exciting at work, I’m on holiday in exactly 6 weeks.
Heath Ledger and Michelle at Brokeback Mountain preview at Fox Studios hosted by 702 ABC Sydney
Do you know how hard it is to buy a screw driver in Surry Hills on a Sunday morning? I woke early yesterday, and while having a cup of coffee and reading email, my computer went bung. The floppy disc had failed, and so I wasn’t even able to reboot it. Needing to remove the unit and install a replacement, I didn’t have a screw driver of the exact size needed. So of course I went down the street looking for one. I tried the supermarket, though they were unfortunately out of stock. I tried the nearby service stations and guess what? Service stations don’t seem to actually sell anything vaguely mechanical anymore. A few hours later, the cheapie discount store had opened and it was finally there I located the exact one I needed. “I’ve never seen one of those before”, the woman at Dick Smith told me, when I asked her if they had any floppy disc drives in stock. “You’re not that young”, I thought to myself.
I was worried for just a moment the floppy disc failure was because I’d recently converted to Linux. Yes, Linux! I’m well and truly over and done with Microsoft, with the impetus being the need to reinstall Vista. After I´d typed in the lengthy registration key, I received a message that key had already been registered and was therefore invalid. “Yes, itś registered to me, you dickheads”, I yelled at the computer. I tried a few more times, and for whatever reason got absolutely nowhere, short of making a direct call to Bill Gates. Bloody Microsoft!
I’ve flirted with Linux for quite some time, and many years ago actually tried an installation, but found it far too complicated. A few months ago, however, I read about the release of gOS, a dumbed down version of Linux which I had, co-incidentally downloaded and burned to disc. After a few days trialing the live CD, and, having performed the install proper on Saturday I was hooked. I love the way my hard-drive moves along without any of the Windows rumbles which are far too common. There are still some things I don´t really understand about Linux, but I’m getting there and there’s some terrific online assistance resources available.
I sound like such a geek, eh? Add to that, last Thursday night I also went to a Bloggers Meetup. I met some nice people and we chatted at length about our common interest. Fellow blogger, Riayn has summed up the event pretty well…
We all had great conversation about blogging platform, niche blogging, what we blog about and admiring those who had reached the lofty heights of problogging. The only downside of the evening was that there was a person there from a media group who tried to use our group as a way to find out which up and coming hot new websites and social networking groups her company should buy. I really didn’t think that this was appropriate. We were not there to be a free resource for her company.
The establishment of a new bloggers meetup has also reinvigorated the old blogger group too, with plans there for a mid-February catchup. And there’s some discussion about a GLBTI (gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, intersex) bloggers meet during Mardi Gras, too. Rain always follows drought, doesn’t it?
I also caught up yesterday with some of my ABBAMAIL mates at the Brookvale Hotel, and had lunch with an old mate from Lismore at Circle 8 at Newtown. Amusingly he told me he knew my next door neighbour very well, and that he had actually been to my next door neighbour’s apartment on a number of occasions, not knowing I lived right next door. “He’s very quiet and he’s not often at home”, was how my next door neighbour described me, according to Andrew.
Work remains busy, but also very satisfying. In the midst of some of the usual bureaucratic stuff I have to do, I’m doing lots of hands-on creative stuff. Workwise, one of the most memorable occasions for me was covering the death of Heath Ledger. Although history will record his greatest performance as Ennis in Brokeback Mountain, I also thought he was terrific in Candy, which I saw just a few months later. I wonder what other great roles me might have played?
“Oh, it’s so dated. It really hasn’t stood the test of time”, I heard one person say in that “theatre kinda way” at the after-show drinks last night. As I was having such a good time myself, I didn’t want to argue to toss except to say “I actually really quite liked it”. And that’s where the conversation ended.
I’ve never actually been to see a production of “Phantom Of The Opera” before, and so when the invitation came to opening night at Star City Casino, I snapped it up instantly. I was curious more than anything. On the one hand, I knew “Phantom” had its fans, millions of whom had paid big bucks to see it staged previously. On the other, I knew about the famed (or infamous) chandelier scene, I knew some of the songs though I wasn’t a huge fan of the soundtrack, and I’d read various reviews which have previously described it as an exercise in style over substance.
And while there’s probably more than a grain of truth in that, I also really bloody well enjoyed it. I thought it was visually spectacular (especially many of the transformation scenes, especially the boat scene), the singing was terrific (Anthony Warlow and Ana Maria were both tremendous), and it had lots of great sing-along tunes.
At one point the bloke sitting next to me began to conduct the strings, and at another point, his wife began to sing along. For just half a moment I didn’t know whether to ask her to be quiet or to join in myself. Actually, there was one moment where I found myself humming along out loud, and not just in my head. For all of the cynicism you often find in theatre circles about Andrew Lloyd Webber, I’m still quite a fan.
The plotline of course is pure nonsense. But as my friend Colin observed later in the night, “You’ve got to recognise it’s melodrama”. And once you do, and once you get caught up in the moment, you find yourself having a great night.
Phantom of the Opera
I thought the first half was better than the second, with more recognisable tunes, and a great sense of pace. And in all honesty, the famous chandelier scene – where the chandelier plummets to the ground – was a bit of a letdown. Possibly a victim of public liability insurance, the chandelier kinda wafted down slowly, rather than dramatically as you might have expected or hoped. Minutes later, I was outside in the theatre looking down on the audience on levels below and imagined for just a moment what might have happened if a chandelier had fallen down there, crashing heavily on those below. :)
But those minor criticisms aside I had a tremendous night. And when Anthony Warlow came out on stage for applause, he quite genuinely and deservedly received a standing ovation.
Phantom Colin
Famously, there’s a television newsreader who I often see at opening nights who usually has to leave halfway through to go to read the news. As he was sitting in the row in front of me, I noticed he was there until the very end, which presumably means he was having a good or time. Or maybe he wasn’t reading the news last night?
Celebrity-wise, I hear the former PM, Hawkie was there, as was AJ from “Biggest Loser”, though I didn’t see either. I did however see the former Mr Kidman, Angus Hawley. And I also got to meet the new uber-cool television entertainment presenter, James Tobin. “Is this Row E?”, he said to me. “Yes, I replied”, pulling out our tickets, and very soon realising we were sitting in the wrong seats. He seemed very nice about it though, I thought. He was sitting by himself and through intermission was heavily texting someone. Guess who, don’t sue, as Ros Reines might say!
SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA – MAY 15: SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA – MAY 15; Atmosphere at the after party of the Sydney premiere of The Phantom of the Opera at the Lyric Theatre on May 15, 2008 in Sydney, Australia. (Photo by Mike Flokis/Getty Images)
In other musical theatre news, I’m off to see “Chess” at the Theatre Royal on Saturday night. Odd in a way, because when you think about it, with “Chess”, “Phantom”, “Hawkie”, etc you can’t help but wonder if 2008 is actually 1988 all over again.
Although at opposite ends of the country, Sydney and Perth are united: Sydney has the harbour and Perth has the river. Unlike Brisbane and Melbourne, for example, where it’s a fair drive to a decent beach, Sydney and Perth are fortunate to have wonderful waterways. Since arriving in Perth, I’ve undertaken two different river cruises.
The one-hour cruise along the Swan River from Perth to Fremantle gives you a really great opportunity to have a look at the river, taking in sights of particularly large and sometimes tacky houses, owned by the likes of Rose Porteous and Kerry Stokes, amongst others.
The driver/commentator for the cruise that I went on was pretty funny, commenting that Lang Hancock had built a house for “his Filipino housmaid” and in a particularly memorable moment declaring, “Oysters were farmed on this site… (pause)…until the outbreak of polio which was linked back to the oysters”. For just $11 one way, I thought it was an excellent value… and a great way to introduce my friend, Damien to Perth.
While here we also went on a full-day cruise up the Swan River to visit some Swan Valley wineries, with lunch and wine included. There are several companies that offer such tours, and we chose well by picking Captain Cook. The tour exceeded our best hopes in every way, and at just $109 for a seven-hour cruise with bbq lunch, wines and lots of fun we thought it was outstanding value.
The other tourists (about 35) included a couple of groups of women who we thought might provide alcohol-fueled entertainment later in the afternoon – how right we were…
The fittings and condition of the barge itself was first class, and we scored a booth to ourselves with ample space to relax while staring out at the city shores. Commentary by the captain was brilliant with many interesting factoids, such as much of Perth is built on reclaimed land; in many areas, the average depth of the Swan River is only 1-1.5 metres; and there are about 18 dolphins who frequent the river for easy food. Four tasting wines were served during the two and a half hour trip upriver: Gnangara unwooded chardonnay, Jane Brook Chenin Chardonnay, Gnangara shiraz and Jane Brook Plain Jane shiraz. All were reasonable quality for cheap wines, and the Chenin chardonnay was the best of the lot. Apart from the very end, when Mix FM took control, cruisy jazz played gently in the background – all in all a very relaxed and relaxing couple of hours.
At 11.30 am we transferred to a bus for the short ride to our first winery, Sandalford. Despite being one of the largest wineries in WA it has a well-deserved reputation for quality, and the winery itself is attractively landscaped with a very professional cellar door. A staff member gave a quick description of the seven wines on offer for tasting, then left us to pour ourselves a drop (bucket) of each. All were at least very good, including the two cheapest examples from the Elements range, however, the standouts were nicely oaked Margaret River Semillon and the Mount Barker shiraz. There was also a liqueur port which was great, but one group of women had already drowned it before Damien could have a taste.
The next stop was Houghtons, the largest winery in the valley. Similar setup here, although both the winery and the wines weren’t up to the standard set by Sandalford. Good nevertheless, with the classic Houghton’s White Burgundy performing well. Back in the bus to return to Mulberry on Swan, where the barge was moored and where we were to have lunch. The venue is a classy affair with good river views, and we had a private room to ourselves with two chefs on the grill and a man on piano playing effortlessly. Given our plans for dinner, we kept control of our appetites, but the food was excellent and generous and we could have happily gone back for more. The only negatives of the tour were the wines with lunch – both the red and white were awful, a shame given the quality of everything else sampled during the day. During lunch, we got chatting to an IVF consultant from Newcastle with an ambitious plan to catalogue and rank wine reviews from around the world, but the most surreal moment was when one of the staff from the boat picked up the microphone and started singing. Totally unexpected and very good, he belted out some classics (think “New York, New York”) for over half an hour.
Returning to the boat, most of those on the tour were quite tipsy and keen to slouch in the booth again. We saw quite a few of the Japanese tourists lying down for an afternoon nap. But we were all positively teetotal compared to the woman laid out on the seat of the booth opposite. Completely face down on the couch and comatose, we thought they were joking and merely being cautious when they put rubbish bags under her head. Nope. It took ten minutes to clean up the floor of the booth, and the poor soul barely moved during the entire trip except to make some more contributions to the bag. The surreality of lunch continued with the other staffer from the boat (Kai, who I saw in a theatre production last week) taking over the mike and singing, getting into it so much that at one stage he got on the floor and crawled on his back down the aisle while still holding the tune. Excellent work and it inspired several of the women to get up and dance. We got chatting to the other members of the alcohol victim’s group, who took a shine to us and invaded our booth for the rest of the cruise. They were workmates out for a fun day, and the sister-in-law of one was working that night at the restaurant we had booked for dinner. All in all, it was an interesting, picturesque and very fun way to spend the day. Highly recommended.
Something must have gone horribly wrong in the kitchen at Tabou Restaurant in Surry Hills tonight. There was a period of between 30 and 45 minutes where absolutely NOTHING emerged from the kitchen. We imagined for a just a moment a scene reminiscent of “Fawlty Towers”. You know the episode where everything goes horribly wrong and Basil is forced to drive back and forwards in his mini to obtain meals from another nearby restaurant? You could see the signs of frustration on the faces of the waiters, though the patrons (including us) seemed to just take it on board, and we saw no evidence of people getting uptight. Aside from that slight delay, tonght’s “Taste Of Provence” menu was excellent.
The five courses – consisting of Zucchini flowers and salt cod fritters, Coffin Bay mussels, Lamb cutlets, St Marcellin fromage and a cherry clafoutis with honey ice cream – were all excellent. They were also matched extremely well with a variety of French and Australian wines. In some cases the matching was unexpectedly good, such as the combination of the St Marcellin fromage with lavash and grapes with a Grenache-Shiraz from Corbieres. And while a night at Tabou is not exactly in the price range of a McValue Meal, we both thought the summer degustation menu was excellent value.
One of the many things we noticed about the evening was the absence of “street smokers” outside Tabou. Ever since the new smoking laws came into place, espcially with the hotels, Crown Street at night has become awash with people. It can be a real pain the arse trying to walk home from Coles when there seem to be more people on the footpath than actually inside the restaurant. But tonight Tabou was packed and with one or two exceptions, everyone was happy to remain indoors.
As we chatted about a variety of issues, Damo asked me when the new “small bar laws” were coming into force in NSW? Dunno, I replied. He mentioned a friend who works in the industry, who planned to open a small bar as soon as possible, had told him small bar applications were going into the liquor licensing authority at a current rate of about sixty a month. We both concluded, as in Melbourne, many of them would close soon after opening, when their lack of sustainability became evident. However for a brief period of time later this year Sydney will have almost as many small bars as you find people outside on the streets of Surry Hills as night.
Amongst the many people we saw walk past tonight (we had a window seat) was fellow blogger, Monty. It was the second time I’ve seen him out and about in the area in the last month. With visitors to the area like Monty, you know the area has become fashionable! :)
The other sign of Surry Hills fashionability is that Lachlan Murdoch has well and truly found himself a home in the ‘hood. In August 2006, it was reported in The Sydney Morning Herald Lachan had paid $4.3 million for a two-storey Surry Hills warehouse on Nickson Street.
In May. Murdoch’s search for office space ended when he paid $4.3 million for a two-storey Surry Hills warehouse on Nickson Street. The building, between Crown and Bourke streets, is halfway between his present News Ltd office in Holt Street and Aussie Stadium. The premises are destined to become the headquarters for his new company, Illyria Pty Ltd, named after an island off Croatia he once sailed around and not from Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night, as speculated. There has been talk the 700-odd square metre Surry Hill’s warehouse will soon undergo renovations in preparation for Murdoch’s arrival, but this week the darkened building lay deserted.
That’s my street, I thought to myself at the time. “What’s Lachlan doing in my street in that old warehouse?”, I wondered. In the time since they’ve installed frosted windows and security doors, and aside from the occasional flash car in the street, you would never know I am often never more than 100 metres away from Lachlan Murdoch. And on Saturday and Sunday, you would never know it was where Lachlan Murdoch and Jamie Packer were finalising a multi-billion dollar media deal. As was reported in today’s edition of The Australian…
They spent Saturday and Sunday in Murdoch’s office in Surry Hills, Packer and his advisers with Murdoch and his. A constant stream of sandwiches, bottles of water and cups of coffee came through the door. The deal was only finally clinched about 10pm on Sunday.
When I read the story today, the first thing that came into my mind was “where did they get their sandwiches from”? I’m guessing it was Cafe Nikki, as it’s about the only place that’s open on the weekends who would do take-away sandwiches. And I wondered, too, if they popped down to the servo on Cleveland Steet when they needed water. Or maybe to the turkish pizza place just around the corner, as I often do? And I wondered if Jamie, who now seems more interested in gambling than media, had popped down to the TAB on the corner of Nickson and Cleveland Streets to place a bet sometime on the weekend? You often see a lot of “street smokers” there too, by the way. As far as I could see there were no flash cars, and no evidence of the rich and influential walking up and down my street, when all this was happening, But I guess it was a wet weekend…
Surry Hills restaurant menu from 22.1.8
Tabou
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My sister lives in Surry Hills now, and is loving it. I’d be concerned, doesn’t look good. My bank in Sweden stopped accepting cash, ‘they no longer deal with money’ – ha!
Hello Justin, No need to worry! One of the bank employees told me the Commonwealth Bank was not closing in Surry Hills, merely relocating to another site in Crown Street near the Surry Hills Library. Irena Hatfield
Hi this is Chris Momitsas from CJM Property Group in Surry Hills, yes Irena that is correct CBA Surry Hills is moving to 435 Crown Street, Surry Hills up near the Surry Hills Library during the Christmas break period.
There is no need for alarm as Crown Street is just doing what it has been doing for more than two decades now, which is that it is morphing into one of the most popular & vibrant retail strips in Sydney.
I assure you all is good in Crown Street, Surry Hills & is still going from strength to strength but keeping its village feel & atmosphere.
Keep tuned & enjoy the ride…
My sister lives in Surry Hills now, and is loving it. I’d be concerned, doesn’t look good. My bank in Sweden stopped accepting cash, ‘they no longer deal with money’ – ha!
Hello Justin, No need to worry! One of the bank employees told me the Commonwealth Bank was not closing in Surry Hills, merely relocating to another site in Crown Street near the Surry Hills Library. Irena Hatfield
Thanks for the info. That’s a relief!!
Hi this is Chris Momitsas from CJM Property Group in Surry Hills, yes Irena that is correct CBA Surry Hills is moving to 435 Crown Street, Surry Hills up near the Surry Hills Library during the Christmas break period.
There is no need for alarm as Crown Street is just doing what it has been doing for more than two decades now, which is that it is morphing into one of the most popular & vibrant retail strips in Sydney.
I assure you all is good in Crown Street, Surry Hills & is still going from strength to strength but keeping its village feel & atmosphere.
Keep tuned & enjoy the ride…
Yours truly CM
Thanks Chris for the confirmation/update. Here’s hoping the wonderful Comm Bank building finds a new tenant.
It’s taken a while, but good news on the old Commonwealth Bank building in Surry Hills.