“Hey from New York,” writes Thomas.
So something over the fold for him…
One of the consistent top blogs on WordPress is also one of the most original pieces of social commentary/satire I have seen in many a day. Its deadpan delivery works far better than any rant you might imagine, yet it really does get in below the belt at times. That I have to acknowledge some of my own fetishes with a somewhat wry grin is testimony to the effectiveness of…
In my Sutherland childhood this was one of the most exciting things you could see — the South Coast Daylight at full throttle:
M was over this evening emailing various people with accounts of his South America/Antarctica travels. One such person, whom he had met on those travels, is the author of this blog:
I had Sunday lunch with Sirdan yesterday and am now the proud owner of two Buckingham Palace tea towels. Lunch was meant to be at Chinese Whisper, but that was closed. Instead we went to Maya Masala and Sweets Indian Restaurant 468-472 Cleveland Street, Surry Hills, Sydney; I had been there once before with The Rabbit who knows more about this food than I do.
We had chaat, not knowing really what it was, and sweets to follow. We plan to return.
In case you read this, Sirdan, here is the menu.
I had a new coachee in Chinatown yesterday afternoon; he goes to The Mine. I gather from talking to MK, who teaches Science to the new coachee, on Monday that Delenio is now in Cambridge pursuing his French heretics; the coachee recalled the talk Delenio gave at an assembly at The Mine a couple of years back, where he had recommended following one’s curiosity wherever it may lead, unexpected directions in D’s case. The coachee did not recall the talk last year by D’s ABC (as in broadcasting, not ethnicity) classmate. Perhaps the coachee was away that day. He was impressed by my being able, at this first tuition session, to look him up on my laptop and tell him how he had performed in literacy in 2005, what his mother tongue was, and how long he had been in Australia. No, not magic: just that my Mine dossiers are still on board here. In fact I have a new round of literacy tests for the current Year 7 waiting for processing right now…
Yesterday’s events were streamed live to classes at The Mine, apparently.
After coaching I went up to Oxford Street hoping to see Sirdan and The Empress at The Midnight Shift. They had arrived back in Australia yesterday morning. The Empress was there, but Sirdan had gone home. The Empress was carrying two original William Hogarth prints he had picked up in London, including this one:
Sirdan is on his way back to Australia. He and The Empress are in Hong Kong where The Empress, though not Chinese, was born. (His parents were “guests” of the Japanese Emperor during WWII.)
Sirdan emailed yesterday:
Time now, 5.00 pm Wed, afternoon. This place is that busy with everybody doing last minute shopping, it is almost impossible to walk in the streets. I have been told not to wash my hair for the next 2-3 days, and to-morrow, must wear new clothes. Luckily I have some… I would really like to hear M about his trip… so happy new year and to M as well. Am back next Wed. am, will phone soon after.
Here in Surry Hills Chinese New Year has been marked by the corner shop giving out free sweets and my practising my (little) Mandarin in response. I am not wearing new clothes. I am wearing clothes though…
From Ushuaia, “mas austral del mundo” — the southernmost city in the world. It was written just before the trip to Antarctica. Of course the man himself will be back in Australia the day after tomorrow.
As an Australian, I did a double-take at one of the pictures on the postcard:
He found it a very special place.
He returns to Australia at the end of this month.
My archaeological dig has turned up twenty postcards my Aunt Beth sent my mother thirty years ago when she travelled to the UK, Scotland especially. They cover three trips in 1975, 1978 and 1982. Beth travelled to the UK again around two years ago, I should add, for a wedding, staying in The Tower of London where one of her late husband’s nephews actually lives. My mother’s family were on grandfather’s side of Scottish descent.
That’s Great-grandfather, born 150 years ago this year, on the right, though that picture was taken in Maitland NSW.
I am going to pass them on to Beth’s sons, and in fact just called Robert to tell him: guess what? Turns out he is in London himself right now!
A few snippets.
Email from Sirdan, who went to London with The Empress on Boxing Day 2007.
Most days I do a long walk, yesterday, from Buck House, then all along the Serpentine Lake through Hyde Park, then down some road until I came across the Natural Science Museum, a fascinating place. Spent several hours there, eventually got back here to Kilburn mid afternoon, only to find the pub’s kitchen closed…, so had Chinese up the road, very good food there too.
Have been several times to the Admiral Duncan, had some good times there, met some very nice local people, who I hope to meet again.
Weather a bit wet at the moment, 7-9 degrees.
Have done the Tower, Globe, Buck House, Wax works, and everything in between, massive crowds.
Meeting The Rabbit [again] after all the years! I hope that you will meet again.
Doing the laundry today. We have a bedsit, with a small bathroom and kitchen, and laundry upstairs. Will be going down to Portsmouth in the next few days, to look at some old sailing ship, and will be staying overnight. After that I am planning to go over to Holland for a couple of days.
just wish u all have good xmas and happy new year, i am in ushuaia try get last minutes cheap ticket 2 antarctic, will have xmas with people met on travelling
You know the one, the 2006 Big Brother contestant; I don’t know him, but as you’ll see Tim Baker, who does, contacted me last year and since then the emails have been keeping me up to date.
Dave’s blog has been interesting. It would appear from the most recent entry about Easter Island that Dave is heading in M’s direction…