Not so random… I have from time to time noted this particular month. For example, ten years ago:
12 JUL 2005
Yes, 1990. Fifteen years ago.
July 2 – Stampede in a pedestrian tunnel in Mecca – 1426 pilgrims dead
July 8 – West Germany defeats Argentina 1-0 to win the Football World Cup 1990
July 15 – Tamil Tigers kill 168 Muslims in Colombo, Sri Lanka
July 16 – In the Philippines, an earthquake measuring 7.7 on the Richter Scale kills over 1600
July 27 – The parliament building and a government television house in Port-of-Spain, Trinidad and Tobago were stormed by the Jamaat al Muslimeen in a Coup d’état attempt which lasted five days. Approximately 26 to 30 people where killed and several wounded (including then Prime Minister, A.N.R. Robinson, who was shot in the leg). Belarus declares independence from the Soviet Union
July 28 – Alberto Fujimori becomes president of Peru
July 30 – IRA car bomb kills British MP Ian Gow, a staunch unionist.
On August 2 Iraq invaded Kuwait…
And today in 1990 in a pub that is no more, in a century that is no more, I met M…
A year or two on from 1990:
Posted on January 24, 2009 by Neil
Clearly this is Christmas, and it is here in Elizabeth Street, but I am guessing which year*. Oh my, have I ever aged! But fifteen years or so is a long time…
George, me, M
* It may well be Christmas 1992, the first in Elizabeth Street Surry Hills.
And the pub of course (12 July 1990) was The Albury: mais où est l’Albury d’antan?
And someone comments on Bruce’s album:
Such an beautiful original old pub destroyed! I was saddened when I finally moved to Syd and it was gone. I met a lovely guy there on my first visit around 1996 and didn’t leave empty handed….a big deal for a country boy!!!
“Such an beautiful original old pub destroyed!” indeed. I hope Bruce finds a few more to share in that “boot box full of photo memories.”
I have cropped a couple and given them the art makeover treatment.
Here is a 2007 post:
16 DEC 2007
Even if he will be spending it on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
M arrived in Australia from Shanghai in December 1989. He has told me how disappointed he was that year in Christmas, thinking it would be something like Chinese New Year back in Shanghai, only to find the streets of Auburn were less than vibrant on Christmas Day! (I met him around six months later.)
Christmas 1999 – New Year 2000 he was in Bodh Gaya being taught by the Dalai Lama.
Gets around, does M.
Finally, from 2009:
28 MAR 2009
… and M was once thought to be a Chinese spy.
Back in 1990 when I first met M, then very recently arrived in Australia, I was living in Paddington at PK’s place – and a nice place it was too. The first morning M appeared at breakfast PK was quite nonplussed – being of Lithuanian background he had fairly strong Cold War views in some respects, though not in others. He did indeed suggest soon after that M may be a Chinese spy. He later changed his mind and may even deny the story today. 😉
No doubt among the very large influx of Chinese students at that post-Tiananmen time there would have been some spies, mostly there to monitor the other students. Chinese were used to being monitored. M solved the problem back home in China by joining the neighbourhood spooks – hiding in plain sight, you could say. The neighbourhood committee of spooks also had a benign role; as well as reporting suspicious activity they were agents too of social welfare. M claimed he was particularly lax on the reporting side, especially given his own association with quite a few westerners.
My students at the language college I then worked in more or less assumed someone could be a spy, or “a boss” as they tended to say, and sussed one another out before they started opening up about certain topics.
About a decade later I was offered a free trip to Shanghai by the parents of one of my SBHS students – and not to influence me, as it was offered after the exams. As M said, they were just being Chinese and were grateful I had helped their son. I found a face-saving way of refusing the gift…