That is the population of Australia as of July 2018. As the chart below (last revised in 2009) shows, this has happened faster than was expected. Makes me think of what has happened in my lifetime (1943-) and those of my parents (1911-89/96).
Here is a gem from 1948, the year before I started kindergarten! Back then we had 7,637,000 people — not counting Indigenous Australians.
Back then only around 3% were born overseas — that is, not in Australia or the British Isles! That was of course changing. The picture now — or in the 2016 census — is very different.
That there is some angst arising is not news. See this BTN special:
Did you know that every 104 seconds a baby is born in Australia? Or that in 2017, 169,993 people moved here from all over the world? While that might mean a lot more potential friends in the future. It also means we need to start thinking about how we’re going to prepare for all these extra people.
In just one year, Australia’s population has grown by nearly 400,000 people. That’s like adding an extra Canberra annually. Most of them are moving to our major cities. By 2050 Melbourne’s population, for example, is expected to nearly double to 8 million people. There are some benefits to having more people in the country and it’s not just lots of potential new friends. More people means more businesses; more buildings means more jobs; and more people paying taxes. But it might also mean more issues ahead.
I propose to post again on this. Meanwhile, a kind of related recycle:
Way back in the fifties of the last century I often saw sights like this; though this is Auburn 1952 it could just as easily have been Sutherland 1954.
The infamous 6 o’clock swill. In our street this led to many a family having their tea (we didn’t say “dinner” in working class Sutherland) ruined as Dad staggered in barely conscious, or in fighting mood enough to give the wife and kids the back of his hand. Not pretty.
Not everything today is worse than it was way back then.
To a child passing nervously, the pub at that time was a frightening, noisy place, and the smell was unbelievable.
The photo is part of an exhibition Sydney’s Pubs: Liquor, Larrikins & the Law.
Ten years ago I posted the following referring to — gulp! — what is now 50 years ago!
Posted on June 10, 2008
Such a time it was of social change when I was 24, even in The Shire — where one Beth Kimball, an American teaching at Cronulla High School, introduced me to the following hitherto unknown exotica. Well, maybe not to the rose wine or the cappuccino, but they were new to me around that time.
Banana cake and carrot cake: both seemed quite odd things to do at the time…
You would be surprised how hard it was for Beth to locate this piece of exotica. What was wrong with Bushells or LanChoo anyway?
I was supposed to be going to yumcha with M in Sydney yesterday, but he rang the day before to postpone until next week, the weather here and in Sydney being so bad. So I got to see My Beautiful Laundrette (1985) on SBS Viceland.
Gordon Warnecke and Daniel Day-Lewis
Fantastic particularly was Saeed Jaffrey (1929-2015) as The Gordon Warnecke character’s uncle. The movie scores 97% positive on Rotten Tomatoes.
I first saw My Beautiful Laundrette in 1986 (I think!) at The Dendy, then in Martin Place, which closed in 2003.
It opened in 1981 with Chris Noonan’s Stepping Out and had early success with other documentaries, including the anti-nuclear film Backs to the Blast and the Aboriginal music film Wrong Side of the Road.
“It was a real leftie cinema,” said Sarfaty, who added that the MLC Centre above the venue and the underground railway below made addition of more screens impossible.
The cinema’s heyday was the mid-1980s to the early 1990s when audiences queued down the street for Zentropa, Truly Madly Deeply, Like Water for Chocolate and My Beautiful Laundrette.
I can’t believe that over thirty years have passed since I saw the movie there! I recall the woman sitting in front of me walked out in disgust long before the scene pictured above. At that time I was revelling in that top class I had for HSC English at SBHS, living in Chippendale, and a regular at Beau’s Britannia Hotel. All of those are documented in my various blogs.
And on Sydney High, especially 1986, I have posted a lot. Just a few examples: Class of 1986 please note: you’re getting old! (2011), More “Neil’s Decades” –8: 1956 — 1, and Expedition to Surry Hills – 3 – Sydney Boys High.
See More “Neil’s Decades” — 1: 1986 – thirty years on since the Class of 1986! See I return to teaching — 1985.
I have mentioned the class of 1986 several times – for example Philip Larkin 1922-1985.
Indirectly, as often happens, I found myself passing from a rather good blog post by J R Benjamin — What Kipling’s “Recessional” Means for Today – to the poems of Philip Larkin. I had not looked at Larkin’s work all that often since memorably teaching it to the Class of 1986 at Sydney Boys High – memorably for me as well as for them. Hence the cryptic remarks on the card accompanying the bottle of Veuve Clicquot that wonderful class gave me at the end of 1986.
Things are a bit hot down the road at Port Kembla though.
According to The Illawarra Mercury:
Operations at Port Kembla have been suspended as firefighters continue to battle a large blaze that broke out on a ship in Port Kembla early Monday morning.
Up to 100 firefighters are battling the blaze that broke out in the ship’s hold just after 3am.
Fire and Rescue NSW Superintendent Norm Buckley said it was a challenging job.
“We’re going to be there for a long time,” Inspector Buckley said….
I am currently safe and warm with my computer, free internet, and even a free coffee! And the caption on the following is correct this time. The beard seems to have shrunk.
The only time I have ever had this:
A very special Sunday Lunch today, in part in honour of Lord Malcolm who dined here with Sirdan a few years back.
Penny, B and I were treated to oysters (well they were), venison and a killer dessert. We had Zuppa Inglese.
It was here that we had lunch:
This happened too in June 2010:
Dear me, time cannot be denied, can it?
At SBHS — 2000