As I sat and sipped my beer (in plastic, no doubt a sign of the end of Western civilisation) waiting for the theatre doors to open, I wondered if I knew enough about rugby league to enjoy “Rugby League – The Musical”, tonight at the Sydney Comedy Festival. Though I know a bit about the game, and know most of the major news and events, I don’t follow it closely. Ask me what happened last weekend in a particular match, or what I thought of a particular less well-known player, and I’d be scratching my head. I’m what you might call a “rugby league generalist”, more than a “rugby league specialist”.
But not long after the show began, I didn’t feel too “left out”, surrounded by people who probably knew a hell of a lot more about the game than I did. In fact, there were a few occasions when I laughed out loud before the rest of the room, possibly because I’m older. There are comedic and musical references going back to the 70s and 80s, right up until today. And while there are some very specific references to controversies you would probably need to know a fair bit about the game, there were lots of jokes and insights for the rest of us too, including a couple of laugh out loud moments about Todd Carney and Mitchell Pearce. Denis Carnahan presents a good show. As I said on Twitter tonight, it was like the footy show, but clever and actually funny, and with a more sophisticated sense of humour. I really enjoyed it.
Denis Carnahan at Rugby League – The Musical
I haven’t posted much in the last couple of weeks (a quiet life), I’m doing a fair few shows at the comedy festival, so I’ll be sharing a little more.
The early 80s pop song, “Walking On The Chinese Wall” by Phillip Bailey has been repeating itself over and over in my head today. When it was released way back then I liked it, as it was a good tune with a good video clip, and it had been produced by Phil Collins who was quite fashionable back then. He had hits of his own, and he’d produced Frida’s CD, “Something’s Going On”. Yes, it was a long time ago.
When I mentioned this to one of my fellow travellers today she looked at me with a blank face. Frances and Phil are both a bit younger than me, though I suspect Guy may remember it vaguely from his childhood.
The four of us travelled by taxi to and from the Great Wall of China today. At about $35 per head, it was remarkably good value to have a driver to take us there, to sit around while we walked up and back, and then take us home. By the time I made it back to Kate’s place it had been a full 10 hour day for me.
Spectacular views of the Great Wall of China
I can’t begin to describe the beauty of both the environment and the wall itself. “It’s like those paintings you did as a child where you had to draw mountains”, I said to Frances. We never had many of those mountains in Australia, as most of ours are fairly rounded hills, especially on the North Coast where we’re both from. These mountains, however, were crinkly. And they had those various shades of blue and grey in the distance you only seldomly see in Australia.
Thats me and thats the Great Wall of China
As we drove towards the mountain from Beijing the colours of autumn became stronger and stronger. And the temperature plunged a few degrees, too.
James, Phil and Guy on the Great Wall of ChinaSpectacular view of the Great Wall of ChinaPart of the Great Wall of ChinaLots of broken steps on the Great Wall of ChinaLots of older people walking and sometime struggling on the Great Wall of China
When we arrived we were immediately surrounded by people who wanted to sell us souvenirs. And then later on the mountain, we had an “informal guide” who followed us for quite a while with the implicit understanding we would buy souvenirs from her later.
“You don’t look 45 she said, you only look 35”, she told me. Once again I was the sucker for a sad story – about how she had two children she was sending to school, one aged 12, the other 16, and how she farmed corn, and then spent her days on the wall selling souvenirs.
Naturally enough I bought the “I Walked The Great Wall” t-shirt at an over-inflated price (even after haggling), but I’m not going to lose sleep over it. She seemed like a nice woman who spoke quite good self-taught English. And frankly I hope a few extra dollars from me will go some way to adding to her life in some way.
And besides, we had a great time. It’s an amazing place to visit. An amazing creation. And as you walk along you smile and say hello to the people coming in the opposite direction. I chatted for a while to an English women from Somerset who was amongst a group of people on a five day trek raising funds for their local hospice. I swear she was in her mid to late 60s, and thus our complaints about walking up and down the steep incline seemed quite insignificant. In fact, there were quite a few older people doing the walk.
Three women from Somerset on a five day walk of the Great Wall of China, raising funds for their hospice back home.
As we walked through one particular part of the wall Phil and I saw a bloke walk past and looked at each other and went “that’s Max Walker”. And indeed it was, so we followed him and asked for a photograph. He was with a group of supporters of Melbourne FC who were visiting China for a couple of weeks.
How cool. We met Max Walker on the Great Wall of China
130 supporters of Melbourne FC who we bumped into on the Great Wall of China
At the end of the day I visited I was feeling both elated and physically exhausted. A great day.
After arriving home I went out and had a massage – a really rough one – and I feel great. I think I’m gonna head out tonight to do a bit of a gay discovery tour of Beijing. One of the local bars is just a few minutes walk away.
The words hung in the air, powerful and poignant. ‘My support worker is my pair of hands. They’re an extension of my body,’ Emily Dash, actor, writer, and disability advocate, told the ‘Driving Change’ symposium on its second day. I sat in the audience, reflecting on how those words resonated with my own experience.
For a few months following my lower right leg amputation last year, I relied on NDIS support workers for basic tasks like tidying up and grocery shopping. While my needs were temporary and less extensive than Emily’s, that period gave me a glimpse into the crucial role support workers play in enabling people with disabilities to live full and independent lives. It also highlighted the importance of recognizing these individuals not just as caregivers, but as integral partners in navigating the world.
That’s Emily on the far right of this panel
Emily’s powerful statement underscored the need for greater accessibility and inclusion within the film industry, a topic that was central to the symposium. The presence of support workers on set is crucial for providing personal care, but true inclusion requires a deeper understanding of access needs. This is where Access Coordinators come in. These professionals act as advocates for everyone on set, ensuring that the environment is welcoming and safe, regardless of an individual’s abilities. They assess physical accessibility, communication needs, and potential sensory sensitivities, making adjustments to create a truly inclusive space.
‘You don’t want to get a reputation as a difficult person,’ Emily shared, explaining why many with disabilities hesitate to speak up about their support needs. The emergence of Access Coordinators is a crucial step towards normalizing these conversations and fostering a culture where everyone feels comfortable voicing their requirements. By proactively addressing access needs, we can move away from the stigma often associated with requesting support and create a more equitable and inclusive industry. Hopefully, the growing presence of Access Coordinators, spearheaded by major film corporations, will lead to greater involvement of people with disabilities in all aspects of filmmaking and television production.
The small screen panel which include Nas (second from right) and Elly (far right(
This need for authentic representation was echoed by my ABC colleague, Nas Campanella, during a panel discussion on disability in the media. ‘Not all of us want to be Paralympians,’ she joked, emphasizing the limited and often stereotypical portrayal of people with disabilities on Australian television. While acknowledging the incredible achievements of fellow panelist and Paralympic champion Ellie Cole, Nas highlighted the importance of showcasing the diverse range of experiences and talents within the disability community.
Nas herself has been a trailblazer. As the first blind newsreader at Triple J, she challenged preconceptions and paved the way for others. Initially, listeners were unaware of her vision impairment. When she did share her story, the focus, she noted, was often on the assistive technology she used. She also referenced the late Elaine Harris, another vision-impaired announcer at the ABC, with whom I briefly worked in Canberra, highlighting the scarcity of such representation even within a public broadcaster. Since then, Nas has become a powerful advocate for disability news coverage and building internal support networks within the ABC.
Ellie Cole offered a fascinating perspective on the evolving public perception of Paralympic athletes. She described the limited media interest during her first Games in Beijing in 2008, the growing attention in London 2012, and the significant increase in subsequent years. This shift, she believes, stems from the ‘human, relatable stories’ that are often at the forefront of Paralympic coverage, providing a powerful counterpoint to the often-singular focus on athleticism in traditional Olympic coverage.
While acknowledging the progress made, the conference also confronted the stark reality of underrepresentation in advertising. Despite people with disabilities comprising up to 20% of the population, they appear in less than 1% of advertisements. This disparity reflects a fear of failure, a fear of ‘getting it wrong and being cancelled,’ as one panelist put it. This fear, while understandable, perpetuates harmful stereotypes and reinforces exclusion.
Fortunately, there are resources and guidelines available to help advertisers create authentic and inclusive campaigns. Organizations like the Unstereotype Alliance, whose representative spoke at the conference, are actively working to promote diversity and inclusion in advertising. Their research demonstrates a clear link between diverse representation and increased sales, both short-term and long-term. Authenticity resonates with consumers, and advertisements that reflect the true diversity of our society are simply more effective.
Some of my ABC colleagues attending the conference, including Peter Tonagh (back row in the middle) who is Chair of Bus Stop Films (which organised the conference) and Deputy Chair of the ABC.
The key, another panelist emphasized, is to include people with disabilities in the decision-making and creative process. This ensures that their perspectives and experiences are genuinely reflected, minimizing the risk of misrepresentation and tokenism.
As the two-day conference drew to a close, my colleagues and I gathered, exhausted yet exhilarated. We were buzzing with ideas about how we, at the ABC, could contribute to a more inclusive media landscape. We left with a renewed commitment to increase the number of people with disabilities you see, hear, and read about on our platforms. This isn’t just about ticking boxes; it’s about reflecting the true face of Australia and ensuring that everyone feels seen, heard, and valued.
The sign leading to Cartmore Lane is very inviting. In the midst of the corporate green of the City of Sydney street signs, these days, it’s a refreshing reminder of the past. And it’s in stark contrast to the brown and orange painted wall.
I don’t know how many times I’ve walked past Cartmore Lane. Probably hundreds. But as I came home from lunch today, and noticed that all-too-familiar sign, I realised I’d never been down Cartmore Lane before, even though it’s just a few hundred metres from my home.
The street sign gives you an expectation of something wonderful. Maybe just around the corner, as in other parts of Surry Hills, there’s a hidden garden, or wonderful street art?
Unfortunately, there were no hidden gems to be found in Cartmore, nor the adjoining Hastings and Alexandria lanes. Instead, there were lots of parking spaces, signs about parking, garage entrances, and garbage bins.
It’s Sunday night and I’ve just watched the Kath & Kim telemovie (which was reasonably funny) and have chatted on the phone with Sue.
It was a good day, today, travelling to Newcastle for a meeting of our art group, Hawkesbury One. It was a really successful meeting and I’m pretty excited about some of the purchases we’ve made and that I’ll soon by hosting this terrific piece by Arryn Snowball.
Last week I mentioned that my colleague and friend, Christian, had documentary, Boys Don’t Dance screen on ABC TV this week. He writes, I have been inundated with calls today… reception is swamped, had an email from ABC Public Affairs… people singing the praises of Ben and his grandparents, people praising the doco, people wanting to donate money to Ben, people wanting to buy the doco. Had a man on the phone today crying as he told me how beautifully I’d told the story. Isn’t that fantastic! Congratulations…
I also heard this week from Tiffany who is headed off an around the world trip. She writes I’ll be keeping an online diary of the travels, so if you’re interested in taking a peek at the trip you can view the progress here: http://www.fixion.org. I first met her when we worked together in Wagga Wagga. These days she’s based in Perth.
A few things have made me laugh this week, including the joke, “Have you heard about the new perfume Schapelle No. 5? It’s for all of those women who’ve lost their appeal.”
“You really must come back to Sweden in the spring or summer”, I wrote to my friend Sue yesterday, attaching a bunch of photographs from my morning walk around Djurgården. Sue came with me to Sweden four years ago, in March, when there was still a lot of snow and ice around. In contrast, the weather is now warm and summer-like.
It was walking around Rosendals Trädgård that I thought of Sue, knowing how much she would really like it. Even though I’ve known about the restaurant/garden/farm for a number of years, I’ve never been here before. But on hearing a podcast last week, I was inspired to make a visit.
It’s not far from one of my favourite places in Stockholm, Waldemarsudde, a beautiful house, turned art gallery/museum which overlooks the water. It was reasonably busy when I visited, with groups of older women, and school-children dominating. With all the school groups around the city, you can tell it’s approaching end of term, with lots of school excursions underway. With the warm weather finally arriving in Stockholm, the gardens at Waldemarsudde are starting to look really beautiful.
I said daffodils, but I meant tulips.
Nearby at Rosendals, there are still lots of empty paddocks, though the compost heaps are tall, and the plants inside the greenhouses look healthy. The food in the cafe/restaurant is also very, very good. Visiting these two wonderful places was a terrific start to the day. And in keeping with the whole theme of the morning around food, I actually saw someone foraging in the nearby forest. It was fascinating to watch her, as she wandered, taking some leaves from a plant, pulling a root vegetable from the ground etc.
Later in the afternoon, I took a walk around Årsta. Though it was my intention to go for an afternoon swim at Erikdalsbadet, I couldn’t be arsed, preferring instead to walk around, enjoy the views and enjoy the sunshine. With the warmer weather, I swear almost everyone in Stockholm must have taken a “sickie” yesterday, as there were people absolutely everywhere.
Finally, at about 4.00pm, I called in to Loopen, a waterfront bar I’ve been to on several occasions, and like very much. Half-way through a glass of rosé, I received a call from Sandra, saying that she and Robert had found a lovely spot in a nearby park, and asked if I wanted to join them. “See you in five”, I told her.
In the evening, we also caught up to see a musician friend of hers perform some fairly avante garde electronica which I enjoyed very much.
Late sping, early summer, whatever you want to call it, it feels good.
It was a reasonably inactive day for me with only three major highlights: I loved watching the UK comedy night on Foxtel, I watched a favourite old movie, Stonewall, and I had Swedish meatballs for lunch.
I was particularly pleased with the meat balls, or köttbullar as the Swedes called them. I bought some frozen ones from IKEA last weekend, and although a little sceptical about how they would taste when re-heated, was remarkably impressed. Along with them I made some potatoes and added some lingonberries which I also bought – in a jar – last weekend. They were really, really good.
Later in the afternoon I watched Stonewall, a terrific movie about the Stonewall riots in New York which are regarded as the “birth” of the modern gay political movement. It’s not as heavy as it sounds though, since the film has a great narrative about a young bloke, Matty who comes to New York to explore his sexuality. Despite being “the small town boy”, he actually finds his level of political consciousness and self-confidence in his gay identity is greater than those who are part of the forefront of the gay rights activism in New York.
Stonewall Movie
There’s a couple of other narratives going on which are also very interesting and enjoyable to follow. And the film has a terrific 1960s “girl group” soundtrack. It’s the movie, for example, which introduced me to the song “Past, Present & Future” later covered by Agnetha Faltskog on her CD, “My Colouring Book”.
So despite being a Sunday spent mostly on the couch, it was an enjoyable day nonetheless.
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Did the name Ettingshausen get a mention? Too soon?
Hehehee. Somewhere I have the magazine with the famous dick pic. I think the joke at the time was that he got $300k in defamation. $100k for every inch :)
Did the name Ettingshausen get a mention? Too soon?
Hehehee. Somewhere I have the magazine with the famous dick pic. I think the joke at the time was that he got $300k in defamation. $100k for every inch :)