“The last time I went to the party, I saw YOU there”, I said to a colleague this week, in response to the question about my plans for Mardi Gras. “Oh that was a long time ago”, she responded. Though they say you’re only as old as you feel, I definitely feel too old for the party. Sweaty. Crowded. Noisy. Or perhaps another way of looking at it is I don’t actually have any friends who would want to go with me, even if I did. We’re all in a different phase of our lives, I guess.
But I do quite enjoy taking a walk to Darlinghurst to watch the parade. Though I must emphasise my tolerance for crowds isn’t what it once was (i.e. compared to the days when I actually went in the parade), so I tend to find a quieter spot towards the end of the parade, rather than be in the thick of it all at Taylor Square.
And though not officially “working”, I made a brief appearance on ABC Radio tonight, describing the parade.
It’s mid-afternoon in Perth, and I’m back in my room with the fan on maximum rotation trying to cool down after an interesting and busy day.
I started the day off with a coffee, a smoked salmon baguette, and an apple strudel at a Swedish cafe.
Even in Perth, there’s a little bit of Sweden, it seems. Well, more than a little bit; quite a lot actually, as there are fifteen locations across Perth where you’ll find a “Miss Maud” eating house. There are sandwich shops, pastry shops, coffee shops, and even a “Swedish Hotel” on the corner of Pier and Murray Streets.
According to the Miss Maud website, Miss Maud came to Australian in 1971 where she…
fell in love with the sunny disposition of the people, the long golden beaches, not to mention the wonderful weather.
But, she then goes on to say…
But how I missed the warm, inviting restaurants and quaint little sidewalk cafés of Sweden. And never more, than when my mother arrived from Stockholm for a visit.Where could I take her for a nice lunch or a splendid afternoon tea? I yearned for rich Swedish coffee and traditional open-faced Swedish sandwiches like the Shrimp Boat and Gangplank. Back then my mother and I had to settle for a counter meal at the local pub. Not quite where a couple of ladies would go to enjoy each other’s company. I decided it was time to bring a little taste of Sweden to Perth.In 1971 “Miss Maud” was born.
Forty years later and I’m not sure Miss Maud’s remains a “little bit of Sweden” in Perth. At the coffee shop this morning I noticed a Princesstorta and even a Queen Silvia Cake, and there were smoked salmon and prawn baguettes, but pretty much everything else seemed pretty “mod oz” to me.
But the business remains very successful. In fact, a colleague argued to me yesterday the case Miss Maud was the reason why there isn’t a Starbucks in Perth. He told me Starbucks did the maths and decided Miss Maud and Dome and a few others pretty much had the coffee market in Perth sewn up, and so haven’t bothered to open an outlet here. Praise The Lord!
After breakfast I wandered around for a while, and then listened to my favourite tech podcast, TWIG, before catching the ferry down to Fremantle. I had some lunch, I bought a shirt, looked in some shop windows, I looked around the Maritime Museum, a replica of The Endeavour, went to the beach, checked out a few tourist information places, and generally had a very pleasant time.
Australian Prime Minister, John Curtin was Member for Fremantle
Fremantle Town Hall
We’re going to Fremantle – Vengaboys
Stunning beach weather at Fremantle
Child immigration statue at Fremantle
A replica of the Endeavour is circumnavigating Australian in 2011-2012
House worth $56-million, apparently, on the Swan River in Perth
Miss Maud Swedish Hotel in Perth, Western Australia
Even though this visit for Perth is for work, today felt very much like a holiday, I must admit. Happy New Year!
“You speak very good Swedish”, the bloke behind the counter said to me, as I purchased 200 grams of mixed “godis”. Godis is the Swedish word for “sweets”, though the word sweets often don’t apply to Swedish confectionery.
“That’s too bitter for me”, someone nearby said, after tasting the licorice. In contrast, I’m a huge fan of licorice (always have been), and I’m not a great fan of “sweet sweets”; I like the Swedish approach to confectionery.
Having had Christmas lunch with friends, it was a welcome sight to see a sign for “Swedish Candy” at the Christmas market in Sydney’s Martin Place. While my friends headed to the light rail, I called over to the stall for https://yumyumcandy.com.au/
Swedish candy for sale in Sydney’s Martin Place
Even though I practice most days, I haven’t spoken Swedish to an actual Swede for a couple of years. After a moment of trepidation, I summoned up the courage to ask “Är du svensk?”. He told me was from Malmö and his partner was from Stockholm. We chatted for a while in what I sometimes describe as “Swedish as it is spoken by 5-year-olds”. It was lovely to connect, and lovely that I could hold a half-decent conversation without having to think too hard about it.
It was all going fine until he said I spoke: “bra Svenska” (good Swedish). Since only about 10 million people in the world speak Swedish, I’ve always thought it was the polite way of saying, “I can’t believe you actually speak Swedish”. Anyway, he seemed like a lovely man, and now that I have details of his online store, I’m bound to be making more purchases.
Swedish candy. I bought 200 grams on Thursday, and it’s all gone.
An unplanned trip to Lismore, particularly when dealing with difficult family matters (family funeral planniing), can leave little time for personal planning. So if you should ever find yourself in Lismore with nothing planned, here are some fun things to do.
Head to the Lismore Workers Club for their Saturday meat raffles, kicking off every week from 1:00 pm. It’s a hugely popular event, drawing a crowd of maybe 200 people sitting around the main area. While I wasn’t lucky this time, I vividly recall winning enough meat trays here right before the 2022 Lismore flood to fully stock my sister’s freezer—a gesture that, sadly, didn’t survive the disaster along with everything else.
Take a moment to visit the Lismore River Mural. It’s a powerful tribute to the community’s resilience following the devastating 2022 flood. The artwork captures the scale of the disaster, which impacted far wider than just Lismore. It also highlights the legendary ‘Tinny Army’—the spontaneous, courageous local volunteers who used their small aluminium boats (tinnies) to rescue thousands of people from rising waters. On a lighter note, while trying to get a closer look at the mural recently, I briefly lost control of my mobility scooter—a minor wobble compared to the chaos the town endured, but certainly an unexpected adventure!
For a quick, satisfying Saturday lunch, I highly recommend Hing’s Chinese and Vietnamese Restaurant. I managed to slip in and grab an order, specifically the mixed entrée, just before their afternoon closing time of 2:00 pm. They are a staple of the local food scene, and a reminder that even after the floods, Lismore’s vibrant small businesses are still serving up quality food. Be sure to check their exact hours, but if you’re in the centre of town near lunchtime, it’s worth a visit!To engage with the region’s deep cultural heritage, visit the Lismore Regional Gallery. Right now, they are hosting an incredible exhibition dedicated to local Bundjalung women’s weaving. This is a wonderful opportunity to see contemporary Indigenous art, learn about the traditional practices of the local community, and appreciate the intricate artistry involved. The gallery is a fantastic, calming space in the heart of the city—a perfect place to find quiet reflection and connection to the Northern Rivers area.I wrapped up my day with a great meal at a nearby Indian restaurant before heading to the Metropole Hotel for the iconic local event, LOVEMORE. LOVEMORE is a brilliant, inclusive LGBTQIA+ night presented by the “Where Love Lives” initiative, dedicated to celebrating diversity and unity in the Northern Rivers. The atmosphere is always electric, pumped up by house and disco beats. On this particular night, the entertainment was capped off with a spectacular performance by local drag artist, Rubella, who brought the house down! While the dance floor was absolutely packed with people grooving to the music, I didn’t quite get my own mobility scooter out for a spin, though I got pretty close to joining in! It’s a wonderful place to experience Lismore’s big heart and vibrant community spirit.
“When was the last time you changed a tyre?”, I asked Sue as we stood on the roadside of Mitchell Highway between Orange and Wellington. We both concluded it had been a few decades, since either one of us had performed this seemingly everyday task. “Don’t tyres change themselves these days?”, I added.
Thankfully, I still remembered how to do it in a general sense, but where things fell down was in how tight the nuts were. “I’m not strong enough, I can’t get them undone”, I said, and so Sue dialed the car hire company and organised for the NRMA. “This happens a fair bit with hire cars”, she was told by the person on the phone, as they use “industrial strength” nut tighteners.
Luckily, we were only a few kilometres outside of Orange so we didn’t have to wait that long. Fortunately, there were only a few spots of rain, and the roadside break allowed us a few minutes to think about the rest of the day, and for me to take a few photographs of some nearby paddocks.
Canola in the field, between Orange and Wellington.
But it did slow down our departure time, as we thought it was wise to head back into Orange to organise a replacement tyre. While we waited for the replacement, we sat in the carpark of Bridgestone Tyres, and enjoyed our lunch. This travel lark is pretty glamorous, eh?
We had only a couple of signioficant plans for the day, as we transitioned from Orange to Mudgee. I had a plan to call in a visit from colleagues at the ABC in Orange, and later in the day, we had plans to visit the historic town of Gulgong, and to visit the caves at Wellington.
Stupidly, we hadn’t counted on the caves being subject to social distancing, and therefore hadn’t booked a tour. Though we weren’t able to go inside the caves themselves we were able to go on a self-guided tour of the fossils trail in the nearby paddock and camping ground.
Fossils at Wellington Caves, NSW
Neither of us had an idea the area was once part of an ocean sea-bed. It was enoyable and fascinating to do the walk and to reflect on how different the landscape of the nearby paddocks would have once been. The self-guided tour took about half-an-hour.
The break at the Wellington Caves also afforded us a moment for a “chocolate break” (a hot chocolate for Sue, and a chocolate Paddle Pop for me). We also ran into someone from our collective pasts, as he had previously worked in the area of rural/regional public relations. Small world, eh?
Our next stop was the historic town of Gulgong. Gulgong is famous as a place where the poet, Henry Lawson once lived, and which was portrayed (along with Lawson) on the Australian ten dollar note. In contrast to many towns and cities these days which are designed on a grid-system, the streets of Gulgong are windy and off-centre. The design of the town probably reflects the contours of the land. and the buildings have a nineteenth century vibe about them.
Gulgong, NSW
Though the town has a definite “tourist vibe” about it, the town still has a “locals vibe” about it, too. We both agreed it was well worth the slight diversion on our trip to Mudgee.
Ten Dollar Town Motel at Gulgong, NSW
We’re spending the next couple of days in the area, with plans for further sight-seeing (including visits to the other nearby historic towns of Sofala and Hill End) as well as some wine and food tourism also.
September 1 : Went for a lovely morning walk around Barrangaroo, Circular Quay, and other parts of inner city Sydney. Great start to the day.
September 1: Went to the Chips Mackinolty exhibition, put on by Damien Minton. Awesome political posters across the generations. Keep an eye out for the bloke in the red beanie.September 9 : Getting a haircut. Who knew there were so many options? I’ll stick to clipper cut number one.September 10: I’m not sure if the broader family group knows, so posting here that Bill Bobbin has died, and will be buried on Thursday. He had a “good innings” and died this week after a lengthy battle with cancer. Pictured here with his brother, Jack at a couple of memorable Christmas lunches in the last few years.September 15: This guy has appeared on 7.30 twice, and both times I have received a number of comments from friends. I’m thinking of changing my Twitter profile pic. I sent him a DM and replied “OMG Brothers from another mother!”September 17: In the apartment block in which I live (32 apartments), we have a cat called Biscuit who is “communally owned” (whatever that means in cat language). My next door neighbours and I note Biscuit will often go between our two apartments via the balcony. Last night, Biscuit BEGGED me to come in (due to the cold/wet weather). Several hours later, Biscuit BEGGED to go out, until he noted how shit the weather still was. Three or four more times during the night, he woke me up. “Let me out!!!” followed by “No, the weather is still shit”. Tonight – it’s gonna be the turn of Alexis and Terry next door!! September 20 : Fifty years after being declared the “Rainbow Region”, my home town of Lismore has a rainbow crossing, in support of diversity and inclusion. My niece sent me through this video of today’s Climate Change Strike, as the kids crossed the rainbow crossing. You’ve come a long way, Lismore.September 20: In the area where I work, we have an interesting/odd geographic grouping of Regional & Local Management, ABC Kids, and Four Corners. This is the most perfect union of all these departments, right? We all want one of these, right? ABC funding sorted!September 21: It’s been a while since I last attended but there was good news tonight at the Crown Hotel, Surry Hills. Maybe not so good for cattle, or the planet, but a few weeks of meat consumption for me.
From a friend from Lismore, attending the Nimbin Show
Nimbin Show. Best pickles? Nah, best Kim Chi.
September 22: Totally devastated to discover my crush as a 15 year old on the lead singer of the Skatt Bros was misfounded. No one from the band actually appeared in the video clip. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skatt_Brothers…September 22: I went to a screening today of the documentary film, “Eternity”, about Arthur Stace, the man who wrote “Eternity” on the footpaths of Sydney for 40 years. The film is 25 years old, and has been freshly restored. The film features my friend Colin Anderson, who sang the “Eternity Song” at a Sydney University review in the 1960s. Lovely to see him on the big screen again. Highly recommended. There’s another screening next Sunday at Dendy, Circular Quay.
September 25 : Wednesday’s Off: I have accumulated “too much annual leave”, so I’m currently taking Wednesday’s off. OMG! Swimming. Shopping. Art Galleries. Make a nice lunch, have a glass of wine with it. Try it, if you can.
September 28: You know how every older person these days says, “I’m so glad Facebook wasn’t around when I was young”. Well, if it was, this is what my feed might look like. My friend Glen has been scanning some older photographs from our days together in Wagga Wagga, which I absolutely love. Aside from the one with lipstick on my cheek, they’re not “too embarrassing”.
September 29: Listening to the Republican/Monarchy debate at Speaker’s Corner in Sydney.
As well as Chinese New Year, Tropfest, and countless other celebrations, we’re also in the midst of Mardi Gras in Sydney at the moment. So far, I’ve been on the annual History Walk (which I wrote about last week), and tomorrow I’m heading off to Fair Day. I’ll also probably head up to watch the parade, depending on the weather and there’s a forum or two I’ll probably attend.
A response to my previous post about the History Walk reminded me today of something I did almost ten years ago for what was, at the time, the fairly new Sydney Pride Centre. Co-inciding with the twentieth anniversary of the first Mardi Gras Parade, a couple of friends – Glen and Greig – and I were involved in putting together an oral history CD featuring a handful of those who participated in the first march.
I remember at the time of doing the interviews of being in awe of these people who had quite simply participated in something quite amazing, but who hadn’t really thought of it in those terms at the time. The aim of the project was to document in some way the experience of the many “ordinary people” who had taken part in the first parade and protest.
Listening back to it this evening was quite fascinating. For your listening pleasure, here’s a couple of brief extracts from the CD…
The Arrests
Inside The Cells
In stark contrast to the activism of almost thirty years ago, gay and lesbian culture in Sydney is now largely mainstream. In inner city circles, there’s an “uber-cool” attitude that sexuality is no longer an “issue” and there’s often an embarrassment in asking whether or not someone is gay. Beyond the inner-city, of course, it’s a vastly different story, but in Darlinghurst, Paddington, Surry Hills etc…
On Thursday night, for example, a mate of mine and I went to “Fruits In Suits” at Slide Cabaret. Fruits in Suits is organised by the Gay and Lesbian Business Association. As with the previous occasions I’ve been to “Fruits” I enjoyed myself immensely. I remember going to this about ten years ago and thinking the crowd attending were a bunch of wankers.
But in 2007, either I’ve changed or they have, and it’s an event I really enjoy attending. An older crowd, more interested in genuine conversation than anything else, it’s an event I’ll definitely continue to attend.
There was also live entertainment this time from a singer, Alfio, who was like a combination of Anthony Callea and John Foreman, sounding like the former, but looking like the latter. He’s performing at Slide on Monday night, but came along for a preview on the night. His music was not really to my taste, but his performance was okay nonetheless. Pretty mainstream, actually.
Cover for the oral history project released by Sydney Pride Centre in 1998, commemorating 20 years since the first Mardi Gras.
Live music at Fruits in Sydney, Sydney
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Great photos. I have mixed feelings about the parade but when I was younger, it was great fun, although very stressful because of the numbers of viewers. I’ll listen to sound file later. The after party was just amazing, and the next morning, quite amazing in a different way.
Great photos. I have mixed feelings about the parade but when I was younger, it was great fun, although very stressful because of the numbers of viewers. I’ll listen to sound file later. The after party was just amazing, and the next morning, quite amazing in a different way.