And in the 80s my wandering encompassed:
18. 1978-1980 Church Street, WOLLONGONG
19. 1981-1983 Forsyth Street, GLEBE
20. 1983-1984 Boyce Street, GLEBE
21. 1984-1986 Buckland Street, CHIPPENDALE
22. 1987 Bennett Street, SURRY HILLS
23. 1987-1988 Forest Street, FOREST LODGE
24. 1988-1990 Rose Terrace, PADDINGTON
In 1987 I was teaching at Sydney Boys High, moving on for a year or so at Masada College, St Ives, in 1988.
Me: 1986, 1988
1987 First Grade Debaters: M Wong, A Marshall, P Cumines, Ms T Kenway, J Waugh, D Sekel, P Silberstein
Some past posts follow:
Posted on January 26, 2012 by Neil
Here’s Bennett Street in 2008, part of my everyday round then. I lived there briefly in 1997.
And here in 1954:
That’s a still from the 1954 very patronising – God weren’t they in those days? – government documentary called School’s Out…
Posted on September 22, 2008 by Neil…
The house with the green balcony is where I lived.
McElhone Place — no cars — is next street up. This is on the corner.
Posted on August 19, 2012 by Neil…
That’s The Oxford Hotel in Darlinghurst on Australia Day 1988. I wasn’t there that day, but I sure was there or nearby on more days than one in 1988 – and 1989, and 1990… I see a number of faces I know in that shot, which comes from the Facebook page “Lost Gay Sydney”. One is John Farmilo, whose Bennett Street Surry Hills address was also mine for a good part of 1987. Not many years on from this John died of AIDS-related illness. I also see a Vietnam veteran there, former RAAF. He still used to wear his uniform on Anzac Day. I wonder if he is still with us? Later on – 1990 – M used to refer to him as lao dongxi. If you know Mandarin you will know that isn’t all that flattering. Oh well then: Lao Dongxi: Fortunately not common and obviously derogatory, lao dongxi (pronounced “laaw-dong-shee”) means “silly old fool.” M was not being entirely serious. He sometimes referred to me in similar terms…
01 MARCH 2008
I reached the stage a couple of years back where standing around in a crowd, no matter how friendly, does not appeal any more, so I am giving the Mardi Gras Parade a miss. However, in my wanderings around Central/Chinatown/Surry Hills I do get to see some sights, most of them pleasant on this particular occasion.
Photo somewhat indirectly from Betty Loves Blogging.
This afternoon I saw a happy group of young lesbian Aboriginal people, wearing, where they could, the inscription “ONE LOVE”. Now there are a few challenges to the diversity-phobic! Mardi Gras still can make you think, as well as laugh.
I thought as I walked home of a night around midnight some twenty years back when I was walking from The Britannia in Chippendale, then a gay pub, back to Bennett Street Surry Hills where I briefly lived. I had had a few, which may explain the conversation I had somewhere between Eveleigh Street and Prince Alfred Park. I was always a bit nervous about that nocturnal walk, I should add, and not unreasonably.
I had been accosted by a person seeking directions. Turned out to be an Aboriginal transsexual, and alcohol emboldened me to say, “My God, how many oppressed groups do you belong to?” The person just laughed, saying “If I lived in the Northern Territory I would possibly be speared…”
While living in Bennett Street I did manage to judge a national PMG Poetry Prize and contribute a study guide on David Malouf’s An Imaginary Life to a textbook for HSC English. I also learned a great deal from my landlord, John Farmilo.