Although I know for a fact a lot of people in my ‘hood really hate it (our Body Corporate sends regular reminders the City of Sydney has regular pickups for large items), I really quite like that people use our back lane-way as a short-term dumping ground for items they no longer need. By doing this, hopefully other people might be able to find some use in them. At the moment, for example, there’s a couch that’s in pretty good condition there for taking. If I didn’t already have a couple of very good couches, I’d consider it myself. A few years ago I remember seeing a washing machine which was also in pretty good nick. But yeah, I understand the argument discarded items like these have the capacity to attract vermin, as well as being unattractive.
I found this piece of 44 Gallon Furniture in my back laneway.
What I quite like about these items is the potential stories behind them. Over the last few years I’ve tried, as much as possible, to document and share on this blog, some of the more “interesting” items, and to imagine/reflect on how they came to be discarded. The last time I wrote was when I discovered a wheelchair in the back laneway. Wow, what was that about? I also remember seeing, and being very touched, when I noticed some items discarded from the house of two older women who lived closeby when, presumably, one of them had died. But there were also some funny items. I still laugh about the furniture made from 44-gallon drums and the leopard-skin lounge.
Amazing Lounge snapped in Surry Hills
I don’t know what to make of the cricket bat I saw in the laneway earlier today. Has Toby just grown up or has something happened that means he no longer needs his cricket bat?
“Where do you get your millet from?”, I asked the young bloke at The Tumut Broom Factory, half expecting an answer like Weethalle or Temora, or another nearby Riverina town. When he told me “Mexico”, I was genuinely surprised. When he explained it was “labour costs, I understood completely, though I was also a little disappointed.
I’d first visited the factory thirty years ago, though I hadn’t remembered that level of detail. Instead, I’d remembered fondly the idea of a small “backyard” operation. Even now, it is only two people: the young bloke, and (I assumed) an older family member, who seem to run a fairly “tight” operation.
Back then there was a sense of “nostalgia” about these type of brooms. In these days of plastic brooms, I remember we had an old-style broom factory in Engine Street, South Lismore, around the corner from where I was born. Even now, I remember the regular trips we made to purchase a new broom and the wonderful associated smells.
Though we didn’t make a purchase, it was wonderful, nonetheless, to take a look around the factory.
Tumut Broom Factory
Though I didn’t get to see what happened “behind the scenes” it was also terrific to visit the Tumut River Brewing Company.
“What type of beers do you like?”, the young bloke with dreadlocks behind the bar asked me. After rattling off a number of favourite beers, I suggested he choose a few for me in one of those small-glassed tasting plates.
My overall favourite was the “You Am I” IPA. From the moment it touched my taste buds to the end, it was a wonderful drink. The “surprise” was the “Bounty Hunter”, a dark ale with strong flavours of chocolate and coconut. On a lighter note, I really enjoyed one of the ciders and the ginger beer. Both were very good, being neither overly sweet nor overbearing in their flavours.
Seated on an old leather couch, it it was a lovely way to spend an hour, as I waited for Sue to complete an online video conference.
Only a few others came in – a couple of blokes in hi-vis for some lunch, and a group of 20-something women for coffee.
I loved both the flavour and the clarity of the cider I tasted at the Tumut River Brewing Company.Wynyard Street, Tumut
After that I went for a walk around town. Encouragingly, in contrast to many other country towns, there were only a few empty shops. I called in to one to buy a new jacket. I’d come down here with only a light pullover, and figured I needed something in addition. “Yes, we’ve had a few visitors buying something warm”, the woman in the shop told me.
“I’ve figured it out”, I said to Sue, later, “Tumut is like Casino”. Casino is a town not far from Lismore, and Tumut had the same kind of small-town vibe.
That was also pretty evident later in the evening as we had dinner with Sue’s friend from Sydney who happened to be in town for work. In the course of an hour, “The Oriental” went from a quiet place to a very busy place. Though we don’t know for sure, we think it was playing host to a funeral/wake.
The other place we visited yesterday was the town of Batlow. I’d always remembered Batlow as a very pretty little town, with apple orchards, lots of trees, and a nice small-town vibe to it.
The view from Batlow Lookout.A couple of years ago Batlow was seriously impacted by bushfires, and you can see still evidence of that now in the blackened trees, and the number of closed shops.But the orchards seem to be coming back to life, and we made a roadside purchase of some apples, and some apple juice, which we enjoyed later in the day.
Our only other big event for the day was a visit to the Blowering Dam Wall. Although the dam was on our list of “to-do” things, we had no idea we should visit the dam wall, until the suggestion came from the woman at the Tumut Tourist Office on Sunday.
The wall is about a 15-minute drive from the centre of town, taking you along a narrow and sometimes steep and windy road. You’ll then come to a fork in the road, offering you a choice of heading up to the wall, or down to the picnic area. We visited both. Highly recommended, as you go through the nature, and contemplate the sheer scale of the work done to construct this, and other parts of the Snowy Mountains Scheme.
I’ve been thinking about it for a few months, and was procrastinating about how long I would go for. But by about Wednesday this week. it was pretty clear in my mind 2013 would be the year I would take a “longer break”. As you’ll note from my blog, it’s been eighteen months (almost two years) since I’ve had a holiday, and I’m feeling a little tired, exhausted, to be honest. And so I’ve booked a flight from the beginning of March until the middle of May.
So where am I going? You don’t really have to ask that do you? Much of the time will, of course, be spent in Sweden where I plan to attend the Swedish finals of Eurovision (a couple of people who I don’t know all that well laughed out loud when I told them), as well as the opening of the ABBA Museum. I’m also going to a radio conference in Berlin in March, where I’ve been asked to be on a panel discussing digital radio (very excited). And just yesterday decided I would like to join the drunken yobbo backpackers who go to Turkey for Anzac Day, though I don’t plan on being a drunken yobbo myself. Beyond that, I haven’t really planned much of the trip.
My friend Sue will also join me for part of the trip, which I’m very excited about. We’ve only ever travelled together within Australia, so it will be great to have this new adventure together.
Some people amass great wealth and possessions in their life. Me? I like to travel.
“The last time I was here, it was a plate-breaking Greek restaurant called Dimitris”, I told my visiting interstate colleagues. I was referring to “Gardel’s Bar” at Porteño in Surry Hills. After years of plate-breaking, it’s now an uber-fashionable bar for the Surry Hills crowd. Along with the “Norfolk Hotel” which has also become uber-cool, Porteño seems attract big crowds, even on a Monday night.
Tonight there was the added attraction of a CD launch by Lanie Lane, a singer-songwriter who was discovered through Triple J Unearthed. As such, she’s fairly new and some of her style is derivative. A little bit of Amy, a little bit of Adele, a little bit of Tammy, a little bit of Tina, and a little bit of Janis, to name but a few. But she’s also a lot of Lanie. Although she obviously listens widely, she has a style of her own, and a voice of her own, sings well, plays the guitar, and write songs with clever lyrics. One song had a sadness to it that ended suddenly and made me feel even more sad. Another song, Bang Bang Bang made me smile with its joy.
I was also impressed with the make-over they’ve given Dimitris. It’s very cool. Dark. Rich colours. A fashionable crowd – we were the oldest there aside from Lanie’s mum and dad – and you would never know it’s on Cleveland Street. They’ve done a good job silencing the traffic, though the noise from the downstairs bar was loud enough to travel upstairs during her quieter songs.
“Where shall we eat?”, my colleagues asked. It didn’t take too much argument to convince them to visit one of my new favourites, Cafe Sicilia on Crown Street. Good food. Good wine. Good prices. Good conversation. And just minutes from home. That’s why it was okay to head out on a “school night” ahead of the next few days at work which are fairly busy for me.
I’m not sure if I’ll have time to blog, but will definitely a few photographs and stories here and there on Google+.
Lanie Lane CD launch at Gardel’s Bar at Porteño, Surry Hills
I’ve spent a little bit of time in the last few days – including tonight – looking at online dating sites. I do this from time to time when I’m not out and about, when I’m not working, and when I’m not chatting with people online.
I don’t know why I bother. Deep down inside I’m genuinely not looking for a relationship. I’m pretty happy in my life right now and I quite like living alone. I quite like the solitary life, and probably deep down that’s my natural inclination. By nature I’m probably a little too selfish to be someone you could live happily with. And messy…
But looking at online sites? What’s that about? Perhaps it’s “insurance” for the future? Perhaps there’s something deep inside me which is saying “you may not want a relationship now, but you might want one in five years, so quit stuffing around you middle-aged middle-class wanker?”. But there again, that’s all rather selfish isn’t it? Wanting a relationship because of what you need, as opposed to what you both bring together? And not really why you go into a relationship, is it? Or is it?
As I’ve glanced around these sites I’m not really sure why some of the people are there either. Well, I am sure on some of the sites. On some of the sites, “my people” appear only to be there for a bit of hanky-panky. There’s a lot of people who don’t appear to have a face. You read about some people who sound quite nice and interesting and then you note they have the word “tripod” somewhere in their profile name. There seems to be a lot of people looking for a bit “on the side” “during daytime hours” if you get my meaning.
On the other side of things, there appears to be a few people desperate for a relationship. For some people you see the “biological clock” (or the “psychological clock”) ticking ever so loudly. I’m obviously not one of those people either. If I was to pursue online dating I’m not really sure where I’d fit in. I tried “E-Harmony” which has been advertised on television lately, which directed me to their homo equivalent, “Compatible Partners” and found only three people in the whole of Sydney who matched me for similar age, similar interests etc.
I’ve tried online dating previously. I’ve had a couple of online dates in the last few years. One involved someone who clearly wanted to have sex then there, now, within minutes, in a “do we have to leave the restaurant, can’t we have sex in the toilets?” scenario. On the other occasion, the bloke appeared to be interviewing me for the recently advertised “vacant position” of “boyfriend”. Half way through the “interview process”, I got the strong impression I hadn’t gotten the job. But at the same time, I was kinda relieved.
Clearly it works for many people. It obviously doesn’t work for others. I’m still left wondering if online dating is not for me, or if I’m not for online dating. Maybe it’s not how I connect to people? Maybe I’m better face to face or getting to know someone over several years, as opposed to online?
There again, maybe I’m looking in the wrong places? Someone I know recently told me he’d met someone through Twitter…
The traffic on Cleveland Street, Surry Hills is always pretty bad, especially on weekends, as people make their way to sports grounds or the beach. It was even worse yesterday, as I observed quite innocently with this Twitter post at about 2.15pm.
I knew something was up, and in hindsight, I know I should have called the ABC Newsroom, to alert them. But I didn’t think it was anything to worry about. I just thought it was crazy Sydney weekend traffic.
A few hours later, the reason for all of the police, and one lane of Cleveland Street being closed was clear. Along with a number of other homes in Sydney, a house in Surry Hills was being raided, because of an alleged plot to take a bomb onto a plane.
I was at the pub on the corner when the news came through. Though most people were still watching the footy, there were a few of us aware of the news, and I chatted with a couple of people about it. The bloke sitting next to me, though, didn’t quite believe the news until I showed him a breaking news report on my mobile phone.
I also found it funny that my family always calls me when something terrible happens in Sydney. Normally, I tell them “it’s miles away and there’s nothing to worry about”. This time, when it was in my neighbourhood, there wasn’t a word from them.
News of an attempt to take a bomb onto a plane (heaven knows how they would make it through security) is always a cause of concern, especially since I’m spending a few days this week in Melbourne, and flew down this afternoon.
On a whim, a couple of days ago, I decided to upgrade my economy class flight with some bonus points. What a fortuitous move that was. As I arrived at Sydney Airport, there were three queues to get through security: business class, premium class, and economy. With delays of about 30-40 minutes for the first two, and I’d estimate more than an hour for the economy, I’m glad I used those points.
Oh, and you can hear more about this, as I chatted briefly on the phone to ABC Radio Sydney.
In the last twenty-four hours, I have begun to seriously question my sexuality, and I blame the “Unisex Amateur Strip Night” at Sydney’s Newtown Hotel. In an otherwise lacklustre lineup, there was only one stripper last night who you might even begin to see as somewhat sexy, and she was the reigning Miss Nude NSW.
Stripper Night
Having previously attended the Grand Final (and heat) of Season One of the amateur strip night, I was very excited when I noticed the posters appear a couple of weeks ago announcing another competition. And in the same week that a political scandal had erupted about Kevin Rudd’s fifteen minutes of fame in a New York strip joint, I felt sure that acclaimed drag artiste Vanessa Wagner would have some very funny jokes to make and maybe, just maybe, someone would have the comic time to appear on stage as Mr Rudd himself, before stripping down to some knee-length socks and white BVDs (yes that’s how I imagine Kevin might appear). Alas, it was not to be.
Sadly, Vanessa was on holiday in Thailand, replaced by the very fine Nurse Betty (or something like that). Sadly also they were clearly struggling for contestants. Thus the lineup included only one actual contestant, who took an awfully long time to take his clothes off. And while my fellow attendee, Papertrap thought that was okay, The Other Andrew rightly observed he was pretty lame. If you can imagine yourself having gone out for a night with friends and having consumed a beer or thirty, and then on your arrival home, you start taking your clothes off at the front door, and by the time you’ve made it to the bedroom some ten minutes later you still haven’t managed to get your pants, shoes and socks off before you finally collapse on the bed. If you can imagine all of that, you can imagine the only real contestant last night.
So that meant they needed to make up the numbers with an assortment of others including a comic female stripper in an anatomically correct bodysuit; a self-declared professional male stripper (I can’t imagine you would actually pay); a drunken/stoned audience member; and one member of the regular bar staff who as Papertrap observed bore a remarkable resemblance to Gollum from Lord Of The Rings, only hairier.
Actually, it wasn’t all that bad. We enjoyed an earlier meal, had a good chat, enjoyed a few laughs and drank some fine beers. And of course, we got to see Miss Nude NSW perform her act. She was pretty good as she used feathers and such, and her use of a Nick Cave song was truly inspired. And compared to the others, she was pretty sexy. So on the Kinsey Six Point Scale, you can probably now put me down as a 5.9, I suppose.
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The de-metrication of Australia continues. 205 litres, if you please. Ok, yes 44 gall drum does sound better.
The de-metrication of Australia continues. 205 litres, if you please. Ok, yes 44 gall drum does sound better.
For those of us of a “certain age”, they’ll always be 44 gallon drums.