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Camberwell
30.5.07 - It seems
aeons ago that I did a gratuitous and rather notorious photographic
survey of public toilets in my precinct of Camberwell. (Is precinct
right? It sounds so American. Or even Japanese). With my pretty
high quality phone camera in hand I feel that it's incumbent
on me to uncover those sights in Camberwell that are so familiar
to the locals as to be invisible, or those slightly off-the-beaten-path
moments that Camberwellians stumble blindly past on their way
to somewhere else.
My first entrant falls into the second category. If you want
to risk a head-on impasse with somebody leaving the carpark
behind the Chocolate Box complex, you can turn off busy Burke
Road into this alley at the Commonwealth Bank. Half way down
on the left you come across the rather seedy service entrances
to the shops on Camberwell Road. That's where this sign is.
Obviously the council hasn't noticed it either - I don't think
I've ever seen such a rusted sign in the suburbs. |
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The
Foss ducks into Melbourne
18.5.07 - Some of you will remember
Tony Fossey - he was the keyboardist for Spectrum and The Heaters
back in the '80s. I met him in Caffé Moravia this morning
on one of his rare visits south of the border. Amongst other
things, Tony noticed the high attrition rate amongst the senior
players and thought he'd better pop down and say hullo, goodbye,
whatever the case. I can report he still dabbles in the odd
gig or two, as well as organising art shows and beach parties
for the local shire. Good to see you Tony - don't leave it too
long before the next visit! |
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1)
Terry as he is 2) Terry as he could be if he doesn't watch it
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A
message for Brother Terry
14.5.07 - I took Chris over to bro'-in-law
Terry's place on Saturday - and almost fainted when he sneaked
up on me with his new facial arrangements. (pic 1)
It wasn't that long ago I saw him - only a couple of weeks in
fact - but with regard to growing facial hair Terry has no peer,
and I've had to do some drastic revision. He's not really the
sea captain type, and I think he should take care as he gets
older - with the body's propensity to sprout hair out of every
orifice he could end up like everybody's favourite cuddly alien,
the Ewok (pic 2) |
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ICANS
at the Pigdon Five Minute Film Festival
6.4.07 - Although it's been a
quiet weekend gig-wise (like none), I've ended up suitably exhausted
anyway. Perhaps it was the combination of the multi-birthday
celebration I went to last night with Chris, followed by today's
more subdued luncheon at the Royal South Yarra Lawn Tennis Club,
but in any case I'm feeling it - or them. Director Dick brought
along the Golden Piglet he collected for just being in the competition
(pic left), and we generally deplored the fact that
our flick didn't win the Golden Gumby, but overall I think Dick
was happy to have rendered a competent effort to make up for
his last entry into the same competition a couple of years ago.
He's talking about putting together a series of thirty minute
shows called 'Drinking The Cellar Dry' to flesh out his retirement.
Seems like a noble ambition to me - I might have to help him
out. But first, a damn good rest.. |
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