I’ve always been fond of the bottle-brush (aka Callistemon).
We had one in our front yard of the house in which I grew up in South Lismore. I remember when dad planted it, it seemed like a fragile little thing. The last time I drove past the house, I noticed it was still there, almost as tall as the two story house itself. I think dad would be happy to know it has survived for thirty to forty years.
Until earlier this morning, I’d never really noticed the bottle brush in my street in Surry, Hills, Sydney. But as I made my way down the street to get a haircut, I was literally stopped in my tracks by the beauty of this one. The colours are vibrant, even if you can’t necessarily see them in my photograph taken on my phone.
2015 has definitely been a year of ups and downs. Highlights/lowlights of the year have included some wonderful overseas travel, a life-changing meeting with a family member, the near-loss of one close family member due to a heart-attack, and sadly, in the days before Christmas the loss of another close family member due to cancer. In all the years I’ve been writing this “year in review” (since 2002), I don’t think there’s been a more significant year in my life for the highs and lows involved.
Let’s start with the good stuff. Half way through the year I undertook a wonderful overseas holiday, visiting Tokyo, Stockholm, Rome, Venice and New York. Of course I’ve been to Stockholm many times, and love it as much as now as when I first visited in 2008, but visiting the other cities was the first time for me.
I really loved Tokyo. There are many strong memories. For example, I went to an onsen which was an amazingly sublime experience. I also undertook a 26 kilometre cycle tour of the city.
Loving the view at the Mori Tower, Tokyo
But it was the food that remains one of my strongest memories of the place. The Japanese food we have in Sydney is pretty good, but nowhere near as good as the Japanese food in Japan. I booked to take part in the Tsukiji Fish Market Food Tour.
Over the course of three and a half hours (starting at 8.30am), we wandered around the markets, and tasted dried bonito, Japanese tea, fresh oysters, fried fish cake, sake, and also witnessed the art involved in making Japanese omelettes. And I learned so much on this tour. I never knew, for example, fish with bigger eyes were the ones which you’re most likely to found in deeper water (though of course it makes total sense). I’d also never seen the wasabi plant before, and noted when I shared the photograph earlier today on social media, many others hadn’t either. The tour ended with sushi at a stand-up restaurant called Chiyoda Sushi. There are quite a few of them around Tokyo, and Nori described them as places where you can obtain good sushi at reasonable prices. I thought it was probably the best sushi I’ve had in my life, to be honest.
And once you’ve had “real wasabi”, you’ll never be satisfied with the green-coloured horseradish which we mostly consume.
Rome and Venice were also amazing places to visit. Both were visually spectacular, but also, amazing because of the history.
Real Rome Tours – The Colosseum
“You have to remember that for many many years, The Colosseum was like a very big quarry for Rome”, our guide, Alessio told us… on the “Rome In A Day Tour” run by “Real Rome Tours“. “When it was fully functional as an arena, the walls were painted, and there was rock, and bronze and marble everywhere. So that when it was no longer used in that way, they took rock and the bronze and the marble and used it in other buildings projects”, he went on to say. This was possibly one of the greatest personal revelations for me on today’s tour. That, and the fact the modern Rome is built on top of Medieval Rome, which is built on top of Ancient Rome.
And Venice? I vividly remember waking up early on one morning when the alarm went off. For a moment, I struggled to get out of bed.
Early Morning Venice
When the alarm went off at 5.30am, I thought myself “Why am I doing this? Why am I getting up so early on a Saturday morning when I could just stay in bed?” The answer is simple: I wanted to experience the sunrise, and to see Venice before the tourist crowds woke up. I hesitated briefly, and then reminded myself I would otherwise regret this. As I made way down the stairs of the hotel I was staying in, I encountered another guy doing just the same. He also had that early morning “bleary” look about him. But the both of us, with cameras hung around our necks, headed off to the nearby waterfront. It was well worth it, I can assure you. The only people I could find were “locals” setting up for the day, “locals” coming home from the night before, and tourists like myself who like taking photographs. There was a lovely intimacy about being there, as people genuinely stopped to say hello to each other. It must be hard to live in a place like Venice, when there are so many tourists around. But at this time of the morning, before the tourists (mostly) have woken up, it all seemed so much different. There was just one cafe open at this time, and along with two other tourists, we headed in for a coffee, and were “treated” by the woman behind the counter. “It’s no problem”. one of my fellow tourists explained to me was what she was saying.
New York was also amazing. On top of all the iconic spots (Statue Of Liberty, Empire State Building etc), I really loved hanging out with my friend Michaela who joined me for a week. We took an an apartment in Brooklyn which we both agreed was a really fantastic place to stay.
View from the Empire State BuildingBrooklyn BridgeStatue of Liberty
Honey, you’ve come at just the right time…” we were told by an fantastic looking older woman. “This is Harlem Week” she said with a great deal of passion and enthusiasm. Even though she no longer lives in Harlem, she came back especially for this, she told us. Though we had no idea it was on, it was a wonderful discovery. “If we’d gotten off at 125th street as most people do, we would have missed this completely”, Michaela added.
We had in fact planned to come to Harlem for two main reasons: for Michaela to revisit some of the places she used to live, and to have a meal at a place called “Red Rooster” which had been recommended to us both individually. Though the phrase “Red Rooster” conjures up images of barbecue chicken in boxes, this restaurant has a “modern take” on “soul food” (watermelon salad, fried chicken etc) as well as Swedish meatballs. Yes, köttbullar. More on that later.
It wasn’t long after arriving in Harlem that I discovered the main difference between it and Manhattan. Manhattan seems to have a pharmacy on every corner. And when I say pharmacy, I mean places that also sell cigarettes and beer. Go figure. In contrast, in Harlem we only saw a few pharmacies, but we lost count of the number of hairdressing salons.
And upmarket restaurants and bars, as Harlem is going through a gentrification. I won’t share them here, but I took some photographs of a couple of signs which angrily protest the change.
We were so pleased to have timed this visit with Harlem Week, a massive street fair with food, music, dance, history and fashion.
My friend Colin once told me about New York: “You will love it. You will gobble it up”. He was right, you know. I’ll be back.
And Stockholm, beautiful Stockholm. This time around I took an apartment for four weeks which gave me a sense of “permanence”. Along the way, there was Stockholm Pride (including a performance by Måns Zelmerlöw), sight-seeing, and generally hanging-out.
Måns ZelmerlöwStockholm Pride
I also got to play “host” to an old school friend who was in Stockholm for a few days. I also met an online buddy called Mattias who I’ve been chatting with for a few years. And of course it was wonderful to see Robert and Sandra again. “Did I just hear you make another little sigh…? Sandra asked on my final day in Stockholm. As I wrote at the time…
With only a few hours left in Stockholm before heading to New York, I’d apparently developed a bit of a “sigh” whenever I saw something really wonderful. I wasn’t consciously doing it, though clearly the thought of leaving Stockholm was weighing on my mind. I really love it here, and though I’m looking forward to travelling to New York, I’m a little sad to be leaving. “Sometime we’ll both live in the same city”, I said to Sandra.
A few weeks later I was back in Australia, and I appeared on ABC Radio’s “Nightlife” with Tony Delroy, in his “Travel Spot” talking about Stockholm. There’s a few tips if you’re ever planning to visit this amazing city.
There were lots of other wonderful things about the year, including visiting lots of galleries, and generally “hanging out” with Kate, seeing my friend Michaela on a regular basis, and it’s been wonderful having Sue just a few kilometres down the road, instead of half way across the country.
Work has also been really enjoyable and interesting, and in March I was presented with a 25 year service medal which was very exciting.
I told the story of how I’d once dated a guy at work. A few years later, having broken up with him, I caught up with him and he asked if I still worked for the ABC. When I told him I did, he said, in a very negative tone “I always knew you’d be a lifer”. I told those attending I didn’t see it as a negative, even though in this modern world, it’s generally regarded as odd that you should work for the same organisation for such a long time. I told everyone I’d had so many wonderful opportunities to do so many different things, to live in many different parts of the country, and genuinely love my current job and the people I work with. Receiving the medal was a very proud moment for me, and something I’ll really treasure for many years to come. “It’s my Matthew Mitcham moment”, I joked.
On top of that, I work with some really amazing people.
As I look back at 2015, there’s lots of to be thankful for.
But it’s also been a year of highs and lows. It’s been a bit of a roller coaster ride for my family this year. Half way through the year we almost lost Nancy. Aged 69, she had a serious heart-attack, and there were a couple of days when we thought she wouldn’t make it through. Thankfully, she survived. In the days leading up to Christmas, however, we lost Margaret (aka Tootsy) after an eight-week battle with pancreatic cancer.
Tootsy and Nancy
Of the four “O’Brien Girls”, there are now only two left. There have been various other family problems throughout the year which I won’t go into here. Suffice it to say, it’s been a tough year on the home front, and I’ve found myself increasingly providing advice and comfort to my family.
How did this happen? How did I suddenly become the wise, older member of my family? Is it because I turned fifty this year? :)
My friend Graeme Read was interviewed on 702 ABC Sydney tonight talking about various ABBA things, with the hook for the story being the recently announced opening of an ABBA Museum in Stockholm.
With a bit of free time on my hands over the last few weeks, I’ve been using a website to colourize some old family photographs I’d only ever seen previously in black and white. http://playback.fm/colorize-photo
Though, I can definitely pick there’s an algorythm at work (they all look a little bit “the same”), I’m still happy with what the website offers for free and without much effort.
And what they offer is a new level of detail of the people involved, which would otherwise be the lost in the grey background.
Anyway, here’s a few of them, family pics from the 1940s through to the early 1970s.
Wedding Photograph of Albert Bernard O’Brien and Bertha Ann Dunn, 1940s.Gloria O’Brien / Pepper (second from the right) taken at a nightclub in Lismore in the 1960s. I loved the black and white version. I love the colour version even more. Scowls, cigarettes, too cool for school! What were they drinking? Someone has suggested it ws “Porphyry Pearl”. A bit before my time – does that sound right?Gloria O’Brien (and me), Margaret O’Brien (and “Little Margaret”) in “the shed” at Kyogle Street, South Lismore. Looks like it was about Christmas 1966. Two or three years old? I’m not sure.“The O’Brien Girls” (Gloria, Patsy, Tootsie and Nancy), along with “Little Margaret” preparing for Nancy’s wedding in 1973.
The VIP Crowd awaits the opening ceremony of the games.
It’s amazing who you meet on the train.
You sit down and see the people opposite you and you have two choices.
You can either ignore them (or stare at them as I saw a young woman do with a homeless man the other night on the way back from Cronulla) or you can engage.
I’ve just arrived home from the World Masters Games at Homebush.
Sitting with a colleague, we noticed a couple of older women debating which train station they had just gone through.
When we confirmed it was Strathfield and they still had plenty of time to wait before getting of at Central, we got a smile of “thanks” and opening up of the conversation.
The two women were from Vancouver, and were here competing in Athletics.
The young woman I’d estimate to be about 70 years old. The older, the 90 year old, was, we discovered, the first person to win a gold medal at the games. I’m no expert at sport, but her specialty was something to do with throwing a big lump of metal through the air over a long distance.
Adam Spencer hosts part of the pre-opening ceremony entertainment.
Also tonight, we got chatting to a really nice bloke involved in the kayaking.
Formerly from South Africa, he has been in Australia for many years. Nonetheless he keeps in touch with current events back there, and had some interesting observations to make.
He’s currently reading a biography of Alan Paton, a South African author and liberal political activist, and said it was a good read, and a good insight into how South Africa went down a particular path, but could have gone down another.
But of course the highlight of the afternoon/evening was having a good close up look at Frederik, Crown Prince of Denmark who attended the function we were at this evening.
In real life, he’s a little more slight than I expected. I was half expecting a taller man, but in reality I think he’s only slightly taller than I am.
He arrived about half way through the function, and even though he arrived at about seven o’clock this morning was looking remarkably cogent. Still, I’m guessing he flew first class and not cattle-class like most of us do.
It was our last Swedish class of this season tonight. We resume on August 4. And tonight was lots of fun, and really satisfying.
After feeling a little down on myself for failing to come to grips with some of the grammar, tonight involved lots of conversation (which I enjoy), reading and translation (which I also enjoy), listening to a Peter Joback song in translation… and
…we delighted in some home-made Prinsesstårta, a Swedish delight, which Wikipedia tells me is “a big cake, made of sponge cake layered with whipped cream, and custard under a green marzipan coating with powdered sugar on the top; often decorated with a pink marzipan rose.”
Oh, and we followed up on last week’s homework.
Last week we were all given a copy of a Swedish gossip magazine, and were asked to re-write one of the stories inside in our own words.
Naturally enough, I chose the article about Swedish singer, Magnus Carlsson.
This is what I wrote…
Magnus Carlsson växte upp i Fristad utanför Borås, men han bor i Stockholm nu. Magnus var sångare i dansbandet Barbados och pop-gruppen Alcazar. Han är ensam sångare nu. Han är min favoritsångare från Sverige. Magnus är på listor över Sveriges sexigaste män!
I den här artikel, talade Magnus om sift förhållande med Mats Pelli. Magnus och Mats träffades på gym på Fridhemsplan 2005. Magnus har ingått regiserat partnerskap med Mats sedan januari 2006.
I artikeln, talade Magnus om musik och politiker.
Han talade om sin familj också: Magnus och Mats har fyra hundarn, dansksvensk gårdshund. Dom har en hund, som heter Barbro, efter sångerskan Lill-Babs. Han sager att Lill-Babs var hans inspirationskälla. “(Hon) är en fantastisk människa”, säger Magnus.
A simple translation is that
Magnus Carlsson grew up in Fristard just outside Boras, but he lives in Stockholm now. Magnus was a singer in the dance band, Barbados and the pop group, Alxacazar. He is a solo singer now. He is my favourite singer from Sweden. Magnus is on the list of Sweden’s sexiest men!
In the article, Magnus discusses his relationship with Matts Pelli. Magnus and Mats met at a gym in Fridhemsplan (suburb of Stockholm) in 2005. Magnus has had a registered partnership with Mats since January 2006.
In the article, Magnus discusses music and politics.
He discusses his family also. Magnus and Mats have four dogs, Danish/Swedish Guard Dogs. They have a dog named Barbo, after the singer, Lill-Babs. He said that Lill-Babs was his inspirational person. “She is a fantastic human”, says Magnus.
OK… so it’s not exactly War and Peace, but I think I’m doing okay.
For the next six week break in class, I’m determined to come to grips with all my grammar weaknesses. My plan is ten minutes of grammar each day.
Some people do sit-ups and crunches… I do verbs and adverbs!
Aside from the excitement of Melodifestivalen, it’s been a weekend for catchups. Thanks to my long-term involvement in the world of ABBA fans, I’ve met some really great people over the years. I’ve also met some dickheads, but you learn to avoid them after a while. Thankfully, the good outweighs the bad. And this weekend, I caught up with two of the good ones.
Yesterday I travelled back to Norrkoping to see Cliff, an English ABBA fan who I met six years ago when he came to Australia. He was in Norrkoping to see a concert by Lisa Nilsson. Although I’d never heard of her before, she’s apparently quite good, and she was performing in Norrkoping to celebrate her twenty year career. It was amazing seeing Cliff so much slimmer than when he came to Australia all those years ago. He’s lost almost forty kilograms, thanks to a lot of personal discipline on his part. We chatted about life, the universe and everything. And it was great to see him expressing his passion for photography by taking lots of snaps.
Classic pose from Nanne Gronvall
And then today, I caught up with Gustav, who I realised I’ve known for about 15 years through the ABBAMAIL list. That’s no mean feat, since he’s only about 30 years old. We chatted through email this morning, comparing our days, and organised to meet near where he lives at Nacka Strand. Over a cup of tea we chatted at his place about life, the universe and everything. He had mentioned earlier in the day he had a commitment at five o’clock, which I assumed, being a Sunday, was a family dinner or something like that. After chatting for a while he revealed the commitment was a performance and signing by Swedish singer, Nanne Gronvall.
Nanne Gronvall makes a gesture which could be misinterpreted
I’d seen her at the Melodifestivalen dress rehearsal on Friday night, I saw her last night at the Paradise Schlager Party, and I saw her again today at Gustav’s local shopping centre. She sang four songs and signed lots of autographs. And kindly, she agreed to my request for a photogtraph.
Child behind thinking hurry up fat bald man, I want a photograph with Nanne also.
So yeah, it’s been a lovely weekend. Chatting to my friend Sue on the phone earlier today, I mentioned how much I had been enjoying this trip. “I thought coming back to Sweden might, in fact, get some of this ‘Swedish thing’ out of my system”, I told her. “In fact, it’s done the opposite. I really love this place and the experiences I have when I’m here”.
Tonight’s a night in. I need to proof-read my paper for the conference and make sure the timing is okay.