Month: January 2005

I got my Christmas present on the weekend. Thanks to the wonders of Ebay and my wonderful gal we went to A Day On The Green at All Saints Winery. If you’re wondering what it is and can’t be bothered clicking on the link think Big Day Out for grown ups with good taste in music.

To get there we drove for three and a bit hours, stopping along the way only to throw Phee from the car in the direction of her uncle Rob and for a Maccas along the way and all the way it rained. From the bottom of Victoria to the top it was raining which was great news for the farmers but not so great news for outdoor concert goers. We booked in to our motel in Corowa and headed back to the winery for the event.

First up was Deb Conway who, along with Willy, suffered through the rain, a PA that didn’t work and an audience who had no idea who she was. Regular readers will remember just how big a Deb Conway fan I am so you can imagine how close I was to leaping over the chair and throttling the ignoramus next to me who commented “oh, they’re good from now on” at the conclusion of her set. One thing, if I may humbly say, Deb did wrong was play too much from Summertown. I love the album, Rae loves the album but it was probably safe to say the the 3998 others there hadn’t heard one song from it. I think that these sort of festivals are more about playing the crowd favourites than plugging the new album. But then again I’ve never had a number one song so what the hell would I know?

Rae took this photo as the rain fell during Deb’s set. I’m doing my best, and rather alarming, Michael Moore impersonation. Hmmm, really mixing up my sports there too.

But I digress.

The rain continued (why didn’t Deb sing ‘Alive and Brilliant’ because way above the clouds were black) and Troy Cassar-Daley came on. He played some songs. They were country and western. I really don’t get country and western but it seemed all around us did. At one stage it seemed everyone but us was up dancing to ‘Thank God I’m A Country Boy’. We were very scared but this soon passed, as did the weather.

By the time Tim Freedman (and half the Whitlams, quickly dubbed ‘The Half Whits’ by the MC) hit the stage the sun was setting, the rain had gone and the night was really pumping. I really only know the older Whitlams stuff but this didn’t matter ’cause that’s what Tim played – Gough, No Aphrodisiac, Hamburger, Charlie, All My Friends. Reminds me I have to make sure I’ve got my one and only Whitlams CD on thePod.

Now if I could have ever named my dream gig it would consist of Deb and Paul Kelly double bill. My honey knew this and that’s why I got the tickets for Christmas – Paul Kelly was top lining this show and he did not disappoint.

The man is a legend, not a star. He played for two hours and no one wanted him to stop. He played some great songs of his latest album, reinvented some of his older classics and provided rocking out versions of his greatest hits. Throw in an Angus Young impersonation and a great ad lib when the audience came to his rescue (it was during ‘To Her Door‘ – he lost the lyrics at ‘he came in on a Sunday’ and the crowd chanted the ‘walking in slow motion, like he’d just been hit’ bit to which he said ‘yeah, just like that’) and I was in heaven.

Then I got the my dream double. The first was a wonderful version of Deeper Water, perhaps my favourite PK song of the moment followed by a stunning rendition of How To Make Gravy, one of my favourite all time songs. He introduced it by saying “This song doesn’t have a chorus, sorry. It does have a recipe for gravy though.” and the crowd went crazy. His band, The Boon Companions, didn’t let him down all night and he’s almost found a way to make Somewhere In The City the classic it should be. After two hours of heaven he closed the night with Dumb Things (featuring a rock god backwards jump off the drum rise) and a tripped out version of We’ve Started A Fire.

I could not have been happier. What a night, what performers, what a gal and what a Christmas present.

Thomas letting us know he wasn’t impressed at being left behind for the weekend.

Driving home by Albert Park Lake today I noticed the first of the migrating plastic barriers had come to roost on the grass along Queens Rd after their long flight from across the Yarra. This can only mean one thing, it’s soon to be Melbourne Grand Prix time. It takes a month or so to set up and I know before long there will be concrete barriers and then the stairs that go to nowhere until an overpass is added in the depths of one February night. For a week or so I’ll be following trucks over the bridge to work as they bring the safety fences from a spot just around the corner.

Then four days of roaring cars and a couple of weeks to pull it all down and take it back to Newport.

Dear god, she’s in Grade 4.

I received an email from a close friend today. This is what he had to say.

Friends,

I plan on getting in touch with the lady, Janine Cooke (an ex Sri Lankan Model now living here and doing good work in Sri Lanka long before the disaster) and making a small donation so she can continue the good work, as it is apparent the small places have, and will be forgotten in the grand scale of the relief efforts.

Any help from yourself/your friends/ will be of genuine appreciation.

The email below was attached. It was sent to him from Sri Lanka on Jan 26., 2005 – one month to the day after the wave hit. It comes from his first cousin .

[…]On Monday, being Poys day, Reza and I together with Ali and Nimmi, went as far as Galle to see how things were. More towards Colombo, it was Moratuwa/Panadura that was affected very badly. In certain areas the water had come across the road to the land side as well, destroying many homes/shops. Then again from Piyagala, it was one real mess, apparently right down to Yala – we went only a wee bit beyond Galle. The smells are still terrible. The US Marines, together with the Indian Navy and others from Japan and Korea are doing a good job cleaning up the roadsr and installing clean drinking water taps along the way, as well as repairing roads/rail tracks, etc. People are living in tents all along the way, until new homes are constructed fo them. You cannot imagine that water could do so much damage to life and property. It looks more like an after war scene.

We visited a Home, called the “Sambodhi Home”, as Lizzie contributes towards it monthly, and her friend Jannine Cooke comes to SL often as she is involved in running it. That place was a pathetic sight. All the inmates are either disabled (by way of deformity) or mentally retarded. There are adults as well as children there. They had 110 inmates with only 4 people to look after them. 48 inmates died due to the Tsunami, as the water came up to about 6 feet in that area. So they were unable to save everyone, as some were even bedridden. They have lost everything. The place was smelling like hell and infected with flies. I am glad I went there somehow, cause we asked them what they required and went to the Supermarket in Town and got them everythig they need, as well as disinfectants and sprays for the flies, etc. This Home is next to a canal, which is filthy and smelly, there are dead bodies in there still. I feel so sorry for these people who have to live in those conditions, as they need beds/linen/clothes and most of all medication, as some of them suffer with bed soars. Luckily I took a load of boiled drinking water in bottles, which I was able to give them. A few cannot even walk and go around on their bums. I still cannot get that place out of my mind, but I want to continue helping that Home, and must get together with Sheryll, and do something for them soon.

Jannine was trying to talk Lizzie into coming to SL with her in May to visit this Home and help her, but I dont think Lizzie could handle it, as it is not like the Nursing Home she works at there. I told her so, so it is up to her.

Thats all for now, so love and God Bless you all.

Bye for now,

Trudy.

If you want to contribute in a way that will go directly to those obviously in need you can contact him, his name is Fairley, at falw@netspace.net.au.

Australia Day 2005, and what better way to celebrate than by going to sit in 35 degrees and watch your boys run through training. While Rae closely monitored the shirtless Mark Chaffey as he ran laps I was keeping an eye on the lads and it looked good. Several times they were told off for not concentrating, they were told they should know their positions at stoppages instinctively and they were worked bloody hard.

It was all such a change to training sessions under the last coach where drills seemed to last a couple of minutes, then they’d mill around a bit and then do another two minute drill. Today they were running, they were hitting, they were focused and they were disciplined.

Hopefully like the Tigers of old.

I’ve used it twice in two days now and it’s fun.

We have the benefit if being able to see any door-to-door people coming up the path, which gives you the seconds advantage you need. As soon as I open the door, and before they have a chance to start their “I’m not trying to sell you anything” spiel I ask “Who are you with?”.

Both have appeared a little stunned, they don’t expect a question before they can start and they abandon their script to blurt out the name of whoever is paying them a pittance.

A simple “no thanks” and walk away leaves them floundering on the doorstep before the long march to the next house.

I found out my blood group today. 34 and a half years and I didn’t know.

I’m B+

I really don’t function well on little sleep. The full story is available on Contemplating Albert (or Kennedy).

Night.

That’s it, we’re now up to date with downloading our television shows. So far that’s 11 episodes of Desperate Housewives (all watched), 13 episodes of Lost (7 watched) and 1 episode of Carnivale (being kept for the end of season 1 on ABC). Last we night we sat down to watch episode 4 of Lost. We had to give up at the beginning of episode 8 ’cause it was way past our bed time.

And today you missed out on a photo of the grooviest tea set you could ever wish for ’cause I forgot to put a memory card in my camera. Maybe next week.