With Barb’s at the Opera House for Stephen Fry.
Matt, my mover and shaker friend from Melbourne.
Aunt Viv and i dining on African food for my birthday.
Julie, my fab friend nominated for Australian of the year.
“Nature never repeats herself, and the possibilities of one human soul will never be found in another” Elizabeth Cody Stanton.
The studio.
The panel (No, that’s not Arge Barker in the front)
Lunch at the Ratkellar, comprising traditional fare of pig shanks, schnitzengruben sausage, sourkraut and a chaser of Preludin capsules scored in the ladies abultions room.
I don’t advocate violence, however if i saw a guy wearing a poncho like this, i’d bash him. I love how the bubba has obviously been drugged to stop it crying, and freaking out at being dressed, in what can only be loosely described as a miasma of cross stitch crochet.
Some lovely ornaments from Karens mantle piece.
A bottle of Paul McCartney’s home brew, tastefully named.
Karen and i at the Melbourne museum.
Not much more to be said really, except .. GOLD GOLD GOLD!!
It’s funny, when i was little i remember going to visit my Aunty Mary who only lived two suburbs away, when you’re little that’s like the moon. One thing i always noticed is that her family would buy, and read ‘Tv Times’, where as my family were of the Tv Week variety.
Even at that young age i was aware of ‘differences’, i guess this was my first taste of ‘us and them’, i always thought it was exotic that my Aunt would read something different from us. It fascinates me to look back at childhood perceptions, and how something so simple was almost a metaphor of what was to come in later life, the bigger differences, the bigger ‘Us’s and them’s’.
I blogged earlier about finding a photo of me as a very small child in a push car, and how it was an adventure for me to ride to the end of the back path, but how later i found myself in Los Angeles thinking ‘Gee, that wasn’t all that far from the back path in Wollongong’.
I guess i was always wondering what lay beyond the back path, as a child of about four i went missing, and was found in the next suburb in my push car, apparently trying to visit my sister, i still wonder where that path will lead me.
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