My October 2008 photo blog — nostalgia now!

See it’s original home. Here are some faves:

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Hay Street, Chinatown

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Sirdan in the fondly remembered Chinese Whispers, Crown Street Surry Hills

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Down in the Surry Hills “lowlands” around the area of Elizabeth, Albion and Campbell Streets

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Sydney Boys High, Moore Park

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Ward Park, Surry Hills

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East Redfern

 

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Before the Sopranos moved into the White House…

Yes, 2014 is alas five years ago. In keeping with my last post I now present some images (and more) from October in that distant time.

Bruce has since passed away: Friday Australian poem – #NS2 — “Because” by James McAuley. Do look. “Last Wednesday at the Wollongong City Diggers I had a most amazing conversation with B, a retired carpenter, in which this poem came up. It spoke to him too.

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“B and I were sitting here”

Wollongong: the new shopping centre. Yes, rolling pins and colanders!

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Enjoy this morning’s flowers here in West Wollongong:

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Tree at my window – with cockatoo:

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Jacaranda and Bottlebrush West Wollongong:

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West Wollongong: misty:

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Reworked some earlier photos:

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Avoiding comment on Greta, President Bonespur, Scomo or Boris…

Well, what can I possibly add?

So slightly early I present some photos I took ten years ago next month.

An Elizabeth Street memory:

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In Devonshire Street:

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Lane in Surry Hills near Taylor Square:

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East Redfern — jacaranda:

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Spring in Haymarket: Joy!

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Aunty Beryl

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Hour-long phone call takes me back to Chippendale 1985

And much more!

Received on Facebook last Wednesday:

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That was my address — along with several other people — from the latter half of 1985 through to early 1987: Buckland Street, Chippendale, not far from the University of Sydney and perhaps more to the point back then, the Britannia Hotel. It was at the Britannia Hotel (Beaus as it was then) that I met Philip and Dean. Can’t recall the place being called “The Old Bicycle Factory” back then, though it may have been. The photo above was taken by and sent by Philip, a bit of a surprise as Philip now lives in New York. (Dean — aka Charles — lives now in Timor Leste.) You may read an old post about Philip and Dean here.  Observe, Philip on the left, Dean on the right c. 1985/6:

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Clearly Philip and his partner Tim are visiting Sydney. Philip requested my phone number via Facebook, which led to the one hour conversation of the post title. Which remains private, except to say that Philip has done, is doing, remarkably well.

As is Dean, apparently. Dean is also a Facebook friend and we have thus touched base from time to time.

Oh, the name “Trump” did crop up in my conversation with Philip — same page, same page!

M and I shared in late 1990 through early 1991 a house in George Street Redfern too with Philip and another Michael.

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Philip had a nostalgic day last Wednesday, it appears. Here is his photo of the revived Britannia as of 2019:

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When I first met them Philip was turning 21 and Dean was 19. I was not then a septuagenarian, which is just as well as that would make me well and truly a centenarian today!

And speaking of centuries — how about Steve Smith at that fourth test at Old Trafford! Last night, having just watched the somewhat wounded Bunnies get over the Roosters, I switched channels just in time to see that first century. The second one happened while I was sleeping.