It's the last hour before Winter in Melbourne and there's nothing much afoot other than the first of the term-end assignments are due tomorrow. Ron and I have been slaving away in the library for the past two days working on it. Well mostly working on it, if you disregard the fact that we generally turn up late and then spend some time looking for an empty spot. Which was virtually impossible.
Most classes at University were cancelled yesterday due to the union calling a state wide strike at Victorian universities to ask for better working conditions. Something you don't see every day I'm sure. Your lecturers and tutors setting up picket lines at the entrances and trying to stop you from entering the premises.
So why did my class go on? Well besides the fact that he wasn't a part of the Union (though he supports what they're doing), he's a Singaporean undergraduate. Never underestimate the kiasu attitude lol. You know, I reckon if they tried something like this back home, they'd probably all get shot by the MOE.
So the pickets were there the whole morning till they moved to the front of the State Library at 1pm. For once, there was a half decent rally at the venue. For once, the speakers were all very well spoken (well what did you expect). For once, someone climbed the statue and planted a flag. After weeks of hearing half hearted protests from Burmese monks and Sri Lankan immigrants and what have you, this was a properly planned rally.
If you've ever got a spare 20 bucks and want to find somewhere to eat, you'd do well to skip the buffet at Crown.
You know something is up when your mum asks you if there are any shopping promotions going on in Melbourne, as she mine did a few days ago.
"What for, mum?"
It was a not so subtle hint that Mother's Day was upon us.
"I'm not sure if they celebrate it over there..."
As I assured her that yes, last I checked, Mother's Day was a western concept, and no I hadn't noticed any unusual promotions, besides the cohortations to just buy your mother a gift card to splurge at some warehouse on TV.
Well whether it's breakfast in bed for your mum, or a card, or a surprise trip to a swanky restaurant, do make her feel appreciated! And remember, you could always do worse.
Zombies petition labour for equal rights.
Think we might get a better view up here, Fred?
It's just a bad hair day, I swear!
Figures even zombies have to wait for the lights...
It's not everyday that you hear bagpipes playing Waltzing Matilda in the street below. Which is exactly what's happening at the moment. The past two weeks have passed in a mad blur, reeling and punch-drunk. The weekend's probably a good time to catch your breath as you prepare for more assaults in the coming week. Anyway, what's new?
A piece I did on Popmundo... Real life's gonna be that much harder.
The flickering pink neon sign of Club 74 creaks as the wind picks up, then dies down again. The lone bouncer at the back entrance pulls his coat tighter around his ample girth.
Everyone's entering by the front, but occasionally someone wanders by.
Get past the bouncer and step in through the door, and you're soon lost in the maze of passages that run backstage.
In a dingy dressing room, looking very much at odds with the fittings, is Audrey Page, all 5 feet 6 of her.
She’s far from home and her children, and it’s almost Christmas.
Technicians and backup singers rush past the open door, but no one gives her a second look.
Why should they? They know her simply as Audacity.
We’re in downtown Berlin and in these parts, everyone has a story, so few stop to listen. No one is here by choice, most can’t wait to leave.
Audrey was married once, to a 20 stone bruiser by the name of Harley. The attraction died two weeks after the ceremony. She stayed for 7 more years.
Then one night, she’d had enough.
Enough of his whoring and boozing ways. Enough of his indifferent attitude and abusive behaviour. Enough of all that crap.
She packed her eight kids into the truck and drove off into the night. Turned on to the freeway and just drove on and on. Never stopped, never looked back. Till they ran out of gas. Then they hitchhiked.
It’s been more than 3 years to the day. Now she fights hard to make a living. For her kids, for herself.
Backstage, she’s Audrey who puts on a brave front and misses her children.
But when the lights come on and the bass kicks in, she’s Audacity, all 5 foot 6 of punk ‘tude.
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Melbourne Booklist
- Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse 5
- Max Barry's Jennifer Government
- Colin Butts' Is Harry On The Boat?
- Scott Adam's Stick To Drawing Comics, Monkey Brain!