Posts Tagged ‘Wollongong’

Talking horses.

Friday, October 16th, 2015

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The Box.

Friday, October 16th, 2015

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Last Thursday night saw another extravaganza from the folks at Backdoor cinema.

The location was the historic Alexandria hotel, and the movie was the rarely seen, Aussie cinema classic, ‘The Box’.

As with all backdoor events, this was a total immersion experience.

My companion for the evening, the ailing, Miss Beryl Ursula Motion, and I, were greeted at the
entrance by the lovely, and very accommodating, ‘Mrs H the tea lady’. She plied us with Iced Vovo’s, and an array of Arnotts family favorites. I would have been happy to have a nibble on a Scotch finger, but alas her array of nibblesome treats didn’t stretch that far, and that’s okay.

Mrs H fussed over us the whole evening, dispensing biscuits, and sage words of advice, and later sated our latent, lustful desires, by doing a nudie run, displaying a cascading, blonde, thatch of lady garden wonder.

Tonight’s cinema experience took place outdoors in the beer garden. The weather proved threatening, with the occasional sprinkle of rain, but with the promise of a drunk scene featuring Cornelia Francis, and the certain parade of Lee Whiteman’s camp fashions, some airborne moisture was much needed to cool, and calm down, Miss Beryl and myself.

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Before the movie started, Andrew, the ring master of Backdoor cinema, appeared on stage to surprise us by introducing a handful of the stars of The Box, who were actually in attendance for the screening. Audible gasps could be heard, and imaginary pearls were clutched, as Cornelia Francis, Judy Nunn and Tracy Mann took the stage for a well deserved bow. Also introduced was Lois Ramsay, a spry ninety three years old, who received a standing ovation.

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The movie really has stood the test of time, and had a quintessential ‘Australianess’ to it, that could only come from Australian cinema in the 1970’s. I really enjoyed the slapstick elements, something this movie had in common with Number 96, and I feel, helped account for a lot of it’s success, especially amongst the kids like me, who had very liberal (the good kind of Liberal) parents, who not only allowed their kids to watch these movies, but encouraged them.

There were tons of little in jokes for Australian pop culture fans like myself, e.g. during the car chase scenes, the score was a rewrite of the theme to ‘Division 4’, a very popular Aussie cop show in the 1970’s.

I really hope this movie gets a DVD release, it truly is worthy.

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At the end of the evening, I caught a glimpse of Cornelia Francis out the corner of my eye, I was desperate to say hello, and get a photo and autograph. Alas Beryl, my faithful companion was not well at all, and I had to get her back to the infirmary. I guess I’ll just have to wait till the fiftieth anniversary showing, to try and live my Cornelia dream.

Speaking of Cornelia dreams, after the movie, my mind must have been reeling from my missed opportunity, the next morning I awoke, fresh, tho dazed, from the following actual dream.

I found myself in a movie, about me trying to get Cornelia Francis’ autograph, it was one of those dreams, where things happen, that thwarted me getting to her. At one stage Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys was running, leading Esme and cookie from A Country Practice. Taking chase after this mismatched lot, I finally caught up to them. ‘We know where she is!’, they pointed me to a rickety wooden bridge. Ahead of me, I could see classic Australian actor, and comedian, Ron Frazer. He was standing on it, which caused it to collapse. Of course this meant I missed Cornelia again! (Classic dream frustration).

A commotion erupted, Looking to my right, I could see Grahame Kennedy was standing there, with Gough Whitlam no less. Looking at him, and in that familiar voice, Gough said, ‘This will be known as ‘The Ron Frazer disaster!’ (If that isn’t a band name, I don’t know what is).

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Above pic: Coming soon to a live venue near you, ‘The Ron Frazer Disaster’.

Finding myself now on a staircase, I recognized Cornelia as she passed me. I called, I gave chase, but she couldn’t hear me! (This was now turning into a nightmare!). Finally, we reached the bottom, she heard me screaming, ‘Cornelia!, can I please have your autograph!!??’, She was just about to answer, when I woke with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed.

Even for me, that was a bizarre dream, and I wasn’t even wearing any socks. I think I must have had too many jalapeños on my nachos, what else could produce such a trippy nocturnal disturbance.

For more information on Backdoor cinema events, please click HERE.

Amarillo.

Monday, September 28th, 2015

Yoko Ono may have performed with John Cage at Carnegie Hall, but tonight, a long held dream for me came to fruition. I got to perform an Avant Guard version of ‘Amarillo’ in Albion Park, a venue far more daring than the big apple.

I was so beyond happy with my performance, I feel all my years of hard work and preparation finally payed off.

The screaming feedback that was incorporated into the performance, gave the song an edge i’m sure many couldn’t have imagined.

Props to the audience who fell under my beguiling stage presence, and clapped along at all the right moments.

My life truly is my art.

Beef and reef.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2015

Abandoned thongs.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2015

What’s this then slut!.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2015

So proud of Lu-Lu.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2015

The walls have eyes.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2015

Meme.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2015

Plane rain.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2015

Toy freak out.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2015

Rollers.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2015

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Pink house.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2015

Scuzball!.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2015

Mr Whippy.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2015

Lurex.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2015

R U OK? (Not always).

Wednesday, September 9th, 2015

Over the past couple of years, the presentation of R U OK? day has caused me some concern. I completely support the idea, and concept of the day. My concerns lay with those whom deliver it, and their true grasp, and understanding of the issue(s) which they are representing. The article below struck a chord with me. I hope, in some way, i can help steer (well meaning) people towards a better grasp of depression, anxiety, mental illness, and a real understanding of R U OK?.

All good wishes to Lance “Buddy” Franklin.

Greg x

Why people suffering from mental health issues struggle with R U OK? Day

SEPTEMBER 9, 2015

Once a year is not a good year.

CAROLINE DUNCAN

Article originally published on news.com.au, and can be viewed HERE.

OPINION

R U OK? Day is a great concept, but why don’t we ask that question of those we know and care about on one of the other 364 days of the year?
We were shocked to find out on Tuesday that Lance “Buddy” Franklin would miss the Sydney Swans’ qualifying final on Saturday due to mental health issues. Franklin kept his “serious but treatable” condition so private that even those closest to him were unaware of the demons he was battling.

Depression is a silent, devastating menace that all too many people endure alone. And often the first time those close to them learn about it, it can be too late.
Buddy is now getting the love and support he needs from his family, friends, colleagues and club. Everyone should feel they have this, no matter what day of the year it is.
My friend Geoff* is dreading R U OK? Day. He dreads it because of the awful insincerity in the way his workplace celebrates it.

The day has been hijacked by a mindless staff social committee and slotted into the office events calendar alongside inane events such as ‘Crazy Hair Wednesday’ or ‘Wear Your Footy Team’s Colours To Work’ day.

In fact, Geoff is dreading it so much he is seriously considering chucking a sickie on September 10 just to avoid it altogether. You see Geoff has had depression for years and actually attempted suicide four years ago, something only his closest family and friends know.

R U OK? Day has been poorly rolled out in Geoff’s workplace by the office social butterflies seeking yet another way to break up the monotony of corporate life, with all the same grace and decorum as they would run the annual office Melbourne Cub sweep.

The subject of mental health and suicidal thoughts is not given the seriousness it deserves and for Geoff it makes him feel worse.

Photo above: Lance “Buddy” Franklin with his fiancee Jesinta Campbell. Picture: Alex CoppelSource:News Corp Australia

The founders of R U OK? Day never intended this, of course. The day is meant to highlight the need for an ongoing dialogue about suicide and to encourage people to talk to others to see if they are struggling with life all year round, not just on one day.

Geoff says his office will hold a morning tea with orange balloons, sandwiches, cakes and the much-coveted social function sausage rolls. Management and staff will mingle, make small talk and laugh as they ask ‘R U OK?’ like they do every year. And Geoff will answer “yes” because why on earth would he open up about his psychological pain in this sort of setting?
“It’s an excuse to slack off and eat free food. It feels like it trivialises everything I go through.

“It’s just lip-service from management by even holding the function,” he says.
“Why don’t they ask on one of the other 364 days of the year? It seems like a hollow, token gesture and I suspect it’s because they don’t really care.”

It’s ironic that a day encouraging people to talk about suicide makes Geoff reluctant to talk about his own attempt. I’m a huge supporter of talking about it. By the time I was 30 almost every funeral I had attended was for a young man who had taken his own life.

According to ABS data, suicide is the leading cause of deaths for Australians aged 15 to 44, with men accounting for three out of every five suicides.

I’ve seen first-hand how people close to me have dealt with the torturous aftermath of suicide, tormenting themselves for years, wondering if they could have said or done something to prevent it. And in some cases I’m haunted too, thinking the answer may have been yes, if only we’d asked. If only.

I’ve long resented the taboo nature of talking about suicide, sweeping it under the carpet, pretending it isn’t such a pervasive, insidious scourge on our society that destroys the people left behind. Some of the people I love most in the world are forever damaged by it and it churns me up, wondering if their pain could have been prevented.

Approaching the topic needs sensitivity and sincerity. Having a laugh at an office morning tea is the opposite of how it should be broached, and organisations should be extremely careful running such events: they might be hurting the very people who need help, like Geoff.

Sydney clinical psychologist, Jason Fowler, says people with depression or suicidal thoughts often feel others can’t handle the intensity of their problems, but it can be a relief to them when they are asked about it.

“My sense is that it’s not the question, but the lack of sincere or genuine follow up that can be the issue. In my experience, opening up a dialogue is generally not a bad thing,” he says.
And that seems to be the crux of it.

If you’re going to ask someone “R U OK?” are you prepared for what you might say if they do open up and tell you they aren’t?
Are you prepared to give them ongoing support?
Are you prepared to keep asking throughout the year, not on a mandated day to ask?

We should be asking the right questions all year long. Don’t treat it like Casual Clothes Friday — because this is about life and death. It shouldn’t be forgotten about next time there’s an excuse for the sausage rolls to come out.

* Name has been changed.

If you or someone you know is in need of crisis or suicide prevention support, please call Lifeline on 13 11 14 or visit www.lifeline.org.au/gethelp

Caroline Duncan is a director at a boutique public relations, marketing, social media and copywriting consultancy. Follow her on Twitter @whatsthestoryAU

Chatter.

Friday, September 4th, 2015

Phone home.

Friday, September 4th, 2015

Bizarro mobiles.

Friday, September 4th, 2015

Frosting.

Friday, September 4th, 2015

Dog pills.

Friday, September 4th, 2015

I wonder if dogs have ‘Come down Tuesday’ after dropping one of these pills?.

Like.

Friday, September 4th, 2015

Fifi Fluff.

Friday, September 4th, 2015

Tasty.

Friday, September 4th, 2015

Shades.

Friday, September 4th, 2015

Carol.

Friday, September 4th, 2015

Archie.

Friday, September 4th, 2015

Cones.

Friday, September 4th, 2015

Melbourne faces.

Wednesday, August 26th, 2015

Freak out.

Wednesday, August 26th, 2015

Merry go round.

Wednesday, August 26th, 2015

54.

Wednesday, August 26th, 2015

Railway pig #1.

Wednesday, August 26th, 2015

My frequently used emoji’s tell a sorry tale.

Wednesday, August 26th, 2015

Storm in the Gong.

Wednesday, August 26th, 2015

Photo by Richard Jones.

No, you should tell me!.

Wednesday, August 26th, 2015

Wicks Park.

Wednesday, August 26th, 2015

Such glorious juice, such a tragic hipster vessel.

Noeline Brown V’s Prince Charles.

Thursday, August 13th, 2015

On the tiles.

Thursday, August 13th, 2015