Saturday, January 14, 2006

Sydney Tram


We sat for an hour having lunch in Oxford Street Mall, Bondi and although there are clearly tram tracks there, we did not see one tram. But it was Sunday, so maybe it is an infrequent service. The inclusion of the singleted hunk was an accident. Yeah right, I hear you think.

Departed

The o/s rels departed yesterday for home via Shanghai. It is such a relief to be almost back to a normal life. One thing we have decided, we won't be doing that again, ie have house guests for five weeks. But they were ok to get along with, espcecially R's sister.

Rice Queen

I can call myself a poof but you can't unless you are a mate. I use the term rice queen in the same manner, that is not in a pejorative way. Sydney must be paradise for gay asian and rice queens.

Oh, ok better define rice queen. Gwm, gay white male, who likes asian guys. The list is endless, curry queen, burito queen, dinge queen, potato queen etc, . Some find these terms offensive. I don't really.

But gay Asians seem very attracted to Sydney and there is a better variety of types than in Melbourne. There are leather Asians, muscle hunks, pretty boys, alternative, goth, punk and on and on. I suppose it is understandable that Sydney is more attractive to them......the weather, the smaller accomodation, a gayer lifestyle and easier to be lost in.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Tagged again

I was tagged by Daniel but I am a bit late responding.

What were you doing 10 years ago?
Same job, different house, same partner but father has since died.

What were you doing 1 year ago?
Same as now except I am presently holidays, very unusual for me at this time of the year.

Five snacks you enjoy:
Crisps, bread and butter, budjah (spicy Indian mix of stuff), Turkish Delight (proper), Cristoli (Greek or Italian sweet)

Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:
Only kids songs I learnt such as Frera Jaques?, Hole in the Bucket Dear Lisa, Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree.

Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:
Apartment in Nth Qld for winter, house in Hobart for summer and a better apartment in Melbourne for spring and summer, try not to turn into an alcoholic or drug taker, assist family a little, find a worthy third world charity to support, buy an expensive old classic car.........oops, blown the budget already.

Five bad habits:
Impatience, too much self criticism, low boredom threshold, burying head in sand, high expectations.

Five things you like doing:
Chill time with partner, sex, historical research, finding out how things work, looking at old and new buildings.

Five things you would never wear, buy or get new again:
Stretch jeans, expensive reading specs, cheap electric toothbrush, body piercing, jewellery.

The meme stuff: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot.

watching me grow
Ready or Not
Zucchinis in Bikinis
Diary of an Average Australian
HighRiser

Then select five people to tag:
Random Concoction
Hecho en Mexico
Semaphore Junction
Spatula City
2 Characters

Dusty

Last night we saw Dusty, a musical that has its official opening tonight I think. We only went to a preview show. It was fantastic and I expect it might do as well as Mama Mia.

While R's sister was perusing the program after the show, she came across the word 'coloured' in reference to black people. She sat back and read it again in astonishment. We learnt that in the UK, referring to black people as coloured is a no no.

While you will not hear me going on about politcal correctness, it is interesting how terms vary around the world. What is offensive in one country is inocuous in another.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Joe's Cafe

While in Sydney we ate a few times at Joe's Cafe in Victoria Street, Kings Cross. It had a good atmosphere, the food was fine and not overly expensive. We met the owner Stan and he was friendly enough. Once when he was absent, we asked a waiter where Joe was and she said he was out the back asleep in his basket. We had assumed the owner's name was Joe but it was not. Joe was the cafe dog. The waiter said that the cafe was named after Joe, the dog.

Just now I wondered if the cafe had a website so I popped it into the search engine and what a surprise. I could not find it's own website but there was plenty of info about it.

It was named after it's owner Joe, presumably well before the present owner. One of it's patrons for some time was the late Rene Rivkin and I quote from the Sydney Morning Herald, " journeyed up to Joe's Cafe in Kings Cross, Rivkin's unofficial "office". He was surrounded by half a dozen denim and leather-clad, seedy-looking young men, all laughing riotously at anything he said, drinking lattes and occasionally running off to perform an errand for him".

And, "Representing the days Rivkin spent with his young friends at Joe's Cafe in Kings Cross were its former owner Joe Elcham".

From Media Man

"Rivkin's generosity to his young friends from the cafe was extraordinary, and included gifts of a Ferrari, a Harley- Davidson, Rolex watches and overseas trips.

On Saturday, it was revealed that each week, until Redding's disappearance four years ago, Rivkin paid him a "huge wad of cash" which was handed over at the corner table of Joe's Cafe.

Rivkin's generosity to his young friends from the cafe was extraordinary, and included gifts of a Ferrari, a Harley- Davidson, Rolex watches and overseas trips."

It must have a very 'interesting' caf back then.

In Memory of Juanita


I have mentioned Juanita Nielson somewhere before in my blog. She is somewhat of a hero(ine) of mine.

She was rich and yet lived in this modest house in Victoria St, Kings Cross. She loved 'The Cross' and the larger than life characters who frequented it.

She led a campaign against property developers which resulted in the Builders Labourers Federation (Green Bans) placing bans on demolitions in Victoria Street.
The campaign was successful and the streetscape was saved but for her trouble, it would seem, she was murdered, perhaps by those with vested interests, and may have ended in up a building's concrete foundations.

While I do know (of) some passionate activists, the numbers are not what they used to be. Get off your arses and protest.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Agraphobia

I am feeling quite agraphobic if that is the correct word. I would not want to go out if the o/s rels had left yet. Friday they go. But we have returned from that steamy, filthy, sex laden disgusting hellhole that is called Sydney. I left my Christmas present from R, a new dressing gown on the back of the bathroom door in the hotel and the cordless mouse and keyboard would not work upon our return home. My advice is never bother with them. Cords may be a bit ugly but our second cordless set has been no better than the first.