It takes you about half an hour to drive from the centre of Tumut to the restaurant’s location. You could probably do it faster, but it was raining today, sometimes quite heavily and so we drove a little more cautiously. Thankfully, there were very few cars on the road. However, there are narrow winding bits, and from time to time, there is no bitumen. We also stopped to enjoy the views.
We were on our way to the Nimbo Fork Lodge, a place that had been recommended by a friend of Sue’s, who was planning her 60th birthday there.
There was also a fair bit of stock along the way.
As we read about it, we decided it could have been the perfect location for some other significant life anniversaries, as well as romantic weekends away. We spotted a couple of mid-life couples enjoying lunch, and there was another couple who, in the midst of checking their mobile phones, were affectionate enough to be showing signs of being early into their relationship. But it wasn’t only couples, we also spotted a few small friendship groups.
Though we had booked in for 1.30, we arrived in Tumut much earlier than expected, and so I called ahead to see if they could bring our appointment earlier, and they were very obliging.
Nimbo Fork Lodge
Along the way from Wagga to Tumut, we called in to MKS Cafe at Adelong. A friend from my early days in Wagga had grown up in the building, and by the early 90s, the old pharmacy had become “The Old Pharmacy”, serving meals. I’d read it was still a good place to stop for coffee, and so that’s what we did.
On arriving at Tumut, we had planned to do a tour of the Tumut River Brewery, but on arrival, discovered you had to book in advance for the Sunday tours, and that only the Saturday tours ran regularly. #mybad
So we popped over to the Tourist Centre to pick up some brochures. The woman behind the counter, wearing a National Parks & Wildlife Service uniform was extremely helpful, offering us lots of brochures and tips about the area. Clearly, she was a long-term local.
The nearby Pioneer Cemetery reflected the early European history of the area, with lots of Irish (Catholic) names, as well as some Chinese burials (reflecting the town’s gold minining heritage), and even included a Chinese Burning Tower, as well as some graves with Chinese characters.Tumut Pioneer Cemetery
After a drive around town to acquaint ourselves with things like the location of the supermarket, the pub where we’re meeting a friend of Sue’s for dinner tomorrow night, and where to find our accommodation for the week, we headed up to the lookout.
And from there we headed out for lunch.
We each had three courses and shared a bottle of wine (well, Sue had one glass since she was driving, and I had the rest). The waiter explained the importance the restaurant places on sourcing local produce, noting the fish came from the river which was only metres away, and how they had exclusive relationships with some local producers.
The meals were very good, and we felt extremely satisfied.
“The service is good”, I said to Sue, noting there were only three waiters (one of them was in “training”) serving a room of 30-40 people. There was no urgency for us to eat our meals, which came well spaced. This is a premium experience, with mains ranging from 30-50, but it didn’t seem over-priced either.
And then came the drive back to Tumut, where we encountered even more livestock.
A Facebook friend, who works in agricultural journalism commented, “Don’t hit any … they are worth a FORTUNE!!!”
We are very happy with our AirBnB accommodation, offering clean modern living, and a double bed each. We struggled briefly with connecting the Wi-Fi router to the Android TV, but that was resolved once I remembered the old saying, “If you switch it off and switch it on again, it will probably work.” It did.
As the weather began to clear, we went for a late afternoon walk down by the Tumut River.
I sent my neighbours a text message as I made my way to the airport today.
Chatting with one of them the other day, she said “Well if you end up staying longer, send us a message so we won’t worry.”
The last time I flew was back in June. I was planning on spending a couple of weeks here, anyway, so I didn’t think to mention it.
But after a couple of weeks she noticed my absence, and she sent me a text asking if I was okay.
And here we are again. I’m flying again, and COVID numbers are increasing again. And I’m feeling apprehensive about the next few weeks.
Since the start of COVID, there have been (probably) less than five times when I’ve felt quite uncomfortable about my surroundings. There have been a couple of times when I’ve entered a bar and have left straightaway. And there have been a couple of times when I’ve decided not to get on public transport. In both cases, there were “too many” people around for my liking.
Today, I was sitting in the Qantas Business Lounge at Sydney Airport. I’m a regular Qantas Club member and there have been a few times when I have been lucky enough to get an “upgrade”, normally around things like Christmas Day travel. To be honest, there’s not a lot of difference between the two lounges. But it felt a little bit “special” to get the upgrade today, because the regular lounge was closed. Today, however, there was a lengthy queue to enter, and the staff were especially wanting to be sure I was eligible given my flight was with Jetstar. They seemed under pressure.
On entering the lounge, I struggled to find an empty seat. The queues for food and beverages were also quite lengthy. With so many people around, and with COVID cases increasingly dramatically each day, it didn’t feel all that comfortable. Earlier than I’d planned, I left and made my way to the Jetstar terminal.
The queues at Terminal 2 were also fairly lengthy. Thankfully I only had hand luggage to worry about. The flight left about forty-five minutes later than planned and it was very full. I don’t think there was a spare seat.
Today was quite a contrast to my travel experiences over the last eighteen months, where I’ve sometimes been the only person in a row of three.
But I made it. I’m home in Lismore for Christmas.
It was wonderful to fly today along the NSW coastline.
The two artists, the curator and the photographer, sat before a crowd of about 100 people at the National Art School in Sydney yesterday. Behind them, two rows of photographs alternated between images of the Melbourne skyline and more intimate views inside the Sofitel Hotel, creating the illusion of being high up in a luxury skyscraper.
“Who wouldn’t say yes to six weeks in a luxury hotel?”, photographer, Anne Zahalka said during the talk to celebrate her restrospective exhibition currently showing.
While the photographs from Melbourne were not in a “traditional photo documentary style”, due to privacy considerations for guests staying there, the series of photographs was deeply inspired by her experiences. Many of the photographs featured friends who visited her at the hotel.
Zahalka and the curator also discussed a series inspired by Bondi, reimagining iconic imagery of the area. The famous Bodysurfer by Max Dupain, though not actually shot at Bondi, served as a starting point for one of Zahalka’s photographs. The image depicted a person with striking red hair and pale skin, androgynous in appearance. While many viewers assumed it was a woman, Zahalka revealed the subject was male, emphasizing the photo’s gender-bending quality.
The artist talk accompanying the retrospective at the National Art School was both informative and engaging. Zahalka spoke about her early fascination with art—meticulously cutting out images with a scalpel—and her influential residencies, including a year in Berlin during the 1980s. Her vivid descriptions of the pre-reunification city transported me back to my own brief visit, where I, too, had been captivated by the soft, warm European light.
Having attended opening night a couple of days earlier, I remembered it was almost exactly a year since I’d attended an exhibition opening while still in hospital recovering from lower limb amputation surgery. With the invaluable support of my friend, Kate, I’d navigated the challenging Darlinghurst footpaths in my wheelchair, creating a night filled with unforgettable memories, including a surprising encounter with a hospital physiotherapist. https://thelimbshift.com/2023/08/exhibition-opening-in-a-wheelchair/
Now, while no longer reliant on a wheelchair, I still felt unsteady on the historic grounds. The predominantly dark clothing of the crowd and their engrossed conversations added to the challenge of navigating the uneven surfaces. After a near-miss, I hesitantly asked a woman to share her seat. Reluctant at first, she graciously agreed upon seeing my leg.
A chance meeting with a friend I hadn’t seen in years added to the evening’s magic. He shared a heartfelt story about Anne photographing him and his late partner, Steven.
After a brief overview of the exhibition and speeches, I returned on the weekend for a more leisurely experience. Immersed in the art without the distractions of a crowded opening night, I more fully appreciated the artist and curator talk. However, the desire to revisit the exhibition with even fewer people lingers, perhaps on my upcoming day off.
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.
A few months ago I was asked to write a couple of articles for the magazine of the International ABBA Fan Club. A copy of the magazine arrived in the mail this week, and so I thought I’d share them here both for general interest, and as an online archive.
ABBA DAY REPORT
“If you’re in the ABBA Museum and you’re standing near the Ring Ring exhibit, you should answer the phone, as it’s probably going to be Frida” we were told by Ingmarie Halling from the ABBA Museum, soon to open in Stockholm. “And if you see the piano suddenly playing, it’s gonna be Benny doing it remotely”, she added.
ABBA MuseumAnita and Helga who run the International Fan Club
The telephone call from Frida (or indeed any member of ABBA, as “they all have the number”, we were told) was inspired by a John Lennon exhibition in New York. When Frida heard that Yoko Ono would sometimes call the telephone there and speak randomly to people visiting the exhibition, she replied instantly that she would love to do that also.
That, and the bit about Benny playing the piano remotely is interesting for two reasons. First, it’s an indication the new museum will have some wonderful attributes, thanks to new technology. Second, that’s it a sign all members of ABBA seem to be fully behind this. Even though Agnetha has said she probably won’t be around for the opening (due to confliciting publicity commitments in the UK), she has indicated she has donated a number of items to the museum.
Ingmarie Halling from the ABBA Museum
Ingmarie mentioned how all four members of ABBA had been interviewed for the exhibition, and how she was constantly checking facts to make sure everything was just right. She told us, for example, the lengths she went to trying to find out the real story about the transformation of the famous white piano from its previous brown colouring which has featured in the “archipelago room” of “ABBA World”. “Oh I can’t remember. There were so many pianos”, Frida reportedly told her with a laugh. All four members of ABBA have recorded parts of the audio commentary to accompany the tour.
Judy and James in the ABBA helicopter at ABBAWorld MelbourneABBAWORLD Opening in Sydney
I have seen ABBAWorld in both Sydney and Melbourne, In Melbourne it was very much about the global story of ABBA (with a lot of Swedish language material); in Sydney it was very much about the story of ABBA in Australia. I didn’t get a real sense of how the exhibition will be curated editorially for its final iteration, but it was clear from the way in which Ingmarie spoke, the project continues to evolve.
You could imagine having spent several years of your life working on this project (and before that many years working with ABBA when they were an active group), Ingmarie would be a little bored with the project. However, she spoke with such passion that it was fairly evident that wasn’t the case. She spoke, for example, about exercising her own personal creativity in the design of some couches which will feature in the exhibition, and how she approached some young designers in Sweden to further develop that idea. “When you visit the exhibition you’ll able to sit and listen to ABBA on couches which look like a stack of vinyl”, she told us. Along the way, Ingmarie also mentioned she has been writing a book that will go with the museum. “It’s the one book about ABBA I might be willing to read”, Benny reportedly said to her.
For me, the appearance by Ingmarie was the most interesting and engaging part of the second (and main day) of the International ABBA Day I attended in Roosendaal. That, and the screening of a number of recent television appearances by ABBA members, notably one from Finnish TV where Bjorn and Benny were asked individually to describe the other. Bjorn has a good sense of humour, but never shows it much, according to Benny. They meet weekly, we were told, mostly to discuss business activities, such as licensing of the songs for movies, but not much outside of that.
Obviously the big “buzz” for this weekend was the forthcoming album release by Agnetha. The two tracks released so far were both sing-along dance-floor fillers, and it was interesting to hear short snippets of Agnetha talking about some of the tracks which will feature on the album. I spoke to a lot of people over the weekend who thought there was a chance we would get to hear the album in full. Unfortunately, we’ll all have to wait for a few more weeks.
International ABBA Fan Club Magazine
For many years I’ve wanted to attend the International ABBA Day. Distance (coming from Australia) is a significant reason why I haven’t, even tough I know many Australians have made the trek previously. One of the main reasons I’ve wanted to attend is to meet some of the people I’ve known about for years and have corresponded with previously. Like many people, though, I’m a little shy. When I wrote this on a blog post to ABBA Village, the following day I had a lot of people come up to me, concerned, asking if I was okay. A couple of others told me they felt the same, and they were pleased I’d written about it. My advice is that if you are thinking about the day at some point in the future, and feel similarly shy in large groups, it’s important to make contact with people ahead of the event so you have some people you can feel comfortable with. I don’t mean that in any kind of mercenary way, it’s just a recognition that some people feel more comfortable in smaller groups than larger, and that if you have a smaller group within that larger group, you might find it a little easier.
Boot Scootin’ ABBA Fan
Another great way to meet people was through involvement the quiz held on the first night put together by the wonderful Gary Collins. “We should have hung out with you”, I joked to the winner of the quiz. He was an English guy, I think his name was Tony, and he told me he was planning to visit Australia next year. I gave him my card and told him to contact me when he arrived. On the “main day” of the event, there was another quiz where the main prizes included an Agnetha promo signal and a notebook signed by all four members. The winner was a guy called Erik Liebstaedter who obviously knew the answer to the question which I think stumped many (including myself) about which released featured the first “reverse B” logo.
One thing I should mention is how fantastic the bar staff at the “After Party” venue were, as were the double-act who entertained us with some live performances of ABBA songs, including a Dutch language version of “Does Your Mother Know”. “They wrote it themselves, and it was in a Southern Dutch dialect”, Marco Dirven told me, as we walked back to our hotel.
ABBA Quiz Winners
At the end of the second night, a group of us got chatting with a young guy who had worked the night before but who was there the following night just to enjoy himself. “The ABBA Weekend”, he told us “is a great thing for Roosendaal, having so many people come from all parts of the world.” I mentioned to him my theory that, although it seems crazy on the surface to have this day in a small town in The Netherlands, it actually works. “If it was in Stockholm or London or Amsterdam, people would break up at the end of the night and go their separate ways, whereas here everyone sticks together”, I told him.
ABBA MUSEUM PREVIEW
The Arrival Helicopter
The idea for a permanent ABBA Museum in Stockholm had been around publicly since the end of 2006. The original idea was for the museum to inhabit the space now occupied by the city’s Fotografiska Museet [Photographic Museum]. When that did not prove to be economically viable, the organisers launched a number of short-term exhibitions in a number of countries, including two quite different exhibitions in Melbourne and Sydney, which, of course, I visited.
In Melbourne, the exhibition was very much about the global story of ABBA (with a lot of Swedish language material, and extensive coverage of the post-ABBA solo careers) while in Sydney it was very much about the story of ABBA in Australia. In Stockholm, it is very much the global story once again, though probably not as comprehensively covered as it was in Melbourne. “Melbourne was like the box set, Sydney was like The Best Of ABBA, and Stockholm is like ABBA Gold,” I have said to a number of people.
Along with a couple of hundred others, I was lucky enough to attend a Fan Club preview of the museum ahead of the official opening. It was lovely to see other fans I had met previously, including a few people who, like me, had travelled from Australia. On arrival, we were warmly welcomed by the Chief Executive of ABBA The Museum, Mattias Hansson, and the curator, Ingmarie Halling.
As we made our way around the museum there were, naturally enough, a few bottlenecks as people stopped to take photographs and experienced everything in a chronological order. I am not one for crowds, so I made a quick skim of the early parts and resolved to return later when the crowds had thinned. In all, I must have spent two or three hours in the space, and even then felt like I had only touched the surface.
Of course, you see the costumes, the gold records, the photographs and so on. You also get to see some of the recreated spaces from the story of ABBA, including the offices of Polar Music and the famous island shack in the Stockholm Archipelago where Björn and Benny composed many of their songs. These are lovely spaces, indeed.
There are also some wonderful intimate touches in the new museum. A few weeks ago, speaking at the International ABBA Day (see other article), Ingmarie told us about her design ideas (such as the one for the resting place that looks like a pile of records) as well as the little red telephone that the members could ring. “You want to start a riot?” I asked a friend as we stood near the telephone during the Fan Club preview on Friday. “I have an old fashioned ring tone on my phone. You go over there, stand next to the phone, and when I play the ring tone you answer it,” I joked with him. Of course, we did not do that as it would have been cruel, but it gave us quite a laugh.
Much of the interactivity from the previous ABBAWORLD incarnations is there, too, including a sixty-second electronic ABBA Quiz (I got 12 out of 12 correct), and the ability to sing along with holographic images of ABBA and later download a video of your performance to name a few.
Owe Sandström, costume designer, chatted with fans about his work with ABBA.
When you know so much about something before actually experiencing it, there is always the risk you will be disappointed. I was not. The museum has clearly been put together with care and an eye for detail. I liked it very much and would recommend it to anyone visiting Stockholm.
Due to the obsessive nature of fandom, ABBA fans can sometimes be very harsh and judgmental. As I walked around, I heard a few complaints about things which were ‘missing’ but, by large, I heard mostly praise from those attending. I overheard Ingmarie say with a smile to a colleague, “It seems to work.”
Rather than concentrate solely on ABBA, the museum has a longer-term focus on the success of Swedish music more generally. Apparently, that is something all members of the band were keen to see when agreeing to support (and invest money in) the initiative.
It will be interesting to see the museum expand over the next few years, as it takes on the broader remit as a celebration of Swedish music more generally. I also think it is great we now have a new ‘home’ for ABBA in Stockholm and can imagine it will become an important location for fans to celebrate major anniversaries, birthdays and so on. After a long time coming, good luck to the museum and all of those who have made it possible.
On both sides of me, young people were busy taking selfies and were totally engrossed in their mobile phones. They were with their friends, but also on their phones. Clearly, it’s a global phenomenon.
While the rest of the tour group went in search of a pedicure, I was eager to find a spot in a cafe, grab an iced coffee, and enjoy the ambiance.
Admittedly, the cafe was located in the heart of the tourist district, but it somehow felt a little more “authentic.”
When I’m in other parts of the world, I often do this and listen in on some of the conversations. Obviously, I can’t do that here, but I can still enjoy the general vibe.
Hoi An is a very different city compared to Hanoi. It feels more affluent.
As we drove in from the airport last night, which took about 45 minutes, we could see the difference in the houses and buildings. The hotel we’re staying in is also much more luxurious and located in a wealthier part of town than where we stayed in Hanoi.
The hotel has a pool, and fortunately, I have a bathtub.
Some members of the tour group went out last night, but we were a little tired and chose to stay at the hotel. I was also still feeling sick, which I concluded was due to dehydration. Drinking lots of hydralites has helped considerably.
This morning, we learned that the city experiences floods similar to those in Lismore. As we sat in a historic house, one of the residents described how they sought refuge on the second story as 2.5 meters of water flooded their house by the river.
Silk scarves
The gender split of our group became apparent as we entered a government building dedicated to arts and crafts. The woman working there told us, “We only have quality silk, and you don’t have to pay extra charges on your credit card.” The women followed her into a room filled with silk scarves, while the men stayed outside. I managed to do both.
We also visited an assembly hall which our guide, Jennifer, described as the most beautiful in Hoi An.
Incense burning in the Assembly Hall, lasting thirty days
An unexpected highlight of the walk was a half-hour show of traditional song and dance. “I could never sit through an entire Vietnamese opera, but this was a great sampler,” I said to Andrea.
Vietnamese operaTraditional dance show in Hoi An
When the morning walk concluded, Ross and Andrea joined the others, while I chose to have an iced coffee and later a beer.
In contrast to Hanoi, Hoi An is DEFNITELY a tourist-friendly town. Almost everyone we met today greeted us with a smile, and when they knew we were from Australia, they responded with a near perfect version of “G’day Mate”.
“Bloody weather! What do you think?”, was the text message I sent out to the three friends I’d organised to spend the day with on the annual “Mardi Gras History Walk” and “Fair Day”. Two out of three responded in the affirmative, hopeful the weather would clear. The third, however, responded initially with “Would it be bad to stay in bed?”. I was on his side for a fair while, and then peer group pressure got the better of me. I’m glad I did, because it was a really great day.
“They moved Mardi Gras from July to this time of year to avoid the inclement weather”, noted one of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence on the history walk. I’ve been on a few of these walks previously, including last year, and the year before, both of which I’ve blogged about. As I understand it, though, this year’s walk was the first time they’ve focussed on Newtown. They covered everything from the only printing company in Sydney who would publish gay and lesbian literature in the 1970s to some of the early bars, clubs, and sex venues.
There was a wonderful story, for example, about someone called Candy who had a club on Enmore Road in 1960s and 1970s, whose mother ran the till seemingly oblivious to the goings on. They also covered bits and pieces about “Priscilla” including a rather amusing anecdote about the graveyard scene, filmed in the historic church graveyard. Apparently if you look closely in the background to the scene you can see a drag queen throwing up, presumably the result of a big night on the town previously. Unfortunately we didn’t travel down to Erskineville to see “The Imperial” and we only walked quickly past the “The Newtown” which closed quickly in November 2007.
In my view, and in that of my friend Graeme this was a weakness in the tour. “There’s so much about the history of the Newtown Hotel and its importance that was just glossed over and misrepresented”, Graeme said. And he should know. He was well and truly there with the Dot and Fanny Show during those heady days. I would have liked to have heard a little more about Dawn O’Donnell, as, for all her apparent faults, she has always come across as a rather engaging figure with many, many stories to tell.
Still, it was still a reasonably entertaining day, and we had fun. My other friend, Andrew, has also blogged about the day with some terrific photographs. I’m #8 in the photographs, by the way.
We then wandered off to Fair Day, which Andrew has also blogged about, wandering around for several hours, watching a show here and there. One of my favourites, Hayden Tee, performed a number (only blood one!!) from his forthcoming show to a small crowd. A much larger crowd watched the underwear competition. I’m not much into beef-cake, so had only intended to watch the first model, but the very witty comments of the hosts convinced us to stay until the end.
Bob Downe was also truly bloody hilarious as he sang three or four songs, including a medley of 70s/80s hits in his unique style. Amusingly, there were obviously some people who didn’t understand the whole Bob Downe thing. For example, he introduced “Down Under” as a song by Peter Garrett and Midnight Oil. Seconds later, I overheard a young man say, “That song’s by Men at Work, and he said it was Midnight Oil. F&*(N loser!”. As the young man said it without any sense of irony I can only make one assumption about who is the FKK#$N loser! I’ve seen Bob’s show a few times in my life, including two occasions in a row – one in Adelaide, the other in Sydney – where I was the guy picked on during the show. I’ve since met Mark who plays Bob and told him the story. “You must have been wearing something bright”, he said to me. Bob was much funnier, and much more vicious than I’d ever remembered. “Take the FHJKN@ photograph”, he screamed at a member of the audience who was taking too long to get their camera set-up, as he paused on stage for a photo opportunity. Equally vicious were the Victorian bushfire jokes, but let’s not go there…
For Graeme, one of the highlights of the day was meeting and having a picture with Matthew Mitcham. I explained to Graeme that I “get” the Matthew Mitcham thing, but that since I was travelling last year, and didn’t watch the Olympics, I didn’t really share the excitement of it all.
As we sat at “The Rose” we reflected on our experiences of the day, my friend Graeme expressed some concerns. “I’m really worried about the gay scene in Sydney”, he commented about the lack of “gay venues” and the mainstreaming of “the scene” in Sydney these days. He also expressed some concerns about how well community organisations are responding to the needs of young gays and lesbians these days. Twenty years ago, the Counselling Service and Young Gays played a significant role in providing peer support, and now it’s the internet and chat rooms and so on. My own view is that life goes through peaks and troughs. And in the 1920s there was an active and vital gay scene in Germany, and ten years later it was all closed down. And then we find ourself in a situation where Berlin is one of the most interesting gay scenes in the world. The same with the political situation. A year ago America was, for many people, an international pariah state. A year later that’s all changed. My view is that history goes through peaks and troughs. And that, at the moment, “gay Sydney” is going through some downtime. On a very positive note, though, “It’s great seeing the diversity of the community evident at Fair Day”, Andrew commented at one point.
Soon afterwards, we all bid each other farewell, as we all had other things planned.
I was on my way to my friend Colin’s place to help him with some home technology issues ahead of dinner tonight upstairs at The Woollahra Hotel. The food and conversation were both great. And overall, it was a very nice way to end a very fair day, indeed…
They moved Mardi Gras from July to this time of year to avoid the inclement weather, apparently.
Fair Day Underwear Show
For Graeme, one of the highlights of the day was meeting and having a picture with Matthew Mitcham.
Looks like a great get a way/break.
Enjoying it very much. Thankyou.