I remember punches flying, and seeing three men in a circle, I only found out dad had been involved when mum came running back screaming, ‘Oh, God. Your father been bashed. We have to get him to a hospital.’
Having grown up a Sydneysider, the history of that 78ERS is well known to me. In fact, I can’t think of the Sydney Mardi Gras without remembering the efforts of the men and women that paved the way for the liberal minded country we live in today.
To say my father was good man would be a lie. I remember him in a series of flashbacks, moments of violent domestic mayhem and toothy smiles, followed by a gentle pat on the head. When he died of massive brain injuries I was relieved.
The Secrets Box is a new stage thriller in the style of classic thrillers like ‘Rosemary’s Baby’ and the ‘Cabinet of Dr Caligari.’ We are currently looking for actors to fill three main roles.
If God was working today he’d be a professional musician. Probably playing trumpet in a dodgy RSL club in Yarraville or singing an old folk song by Peter, Paul and Mary…
‘Oh God, this what they came for, a live experience and I am giving it to them in abundance’ – Love Kills 2017.
‘We all get hurt by love, and we all have our cross to bear’ – Confide in Me, part of Love Kills 2017
‘At some point we’ve all got love terribly wrong. Love Kills 2017 is putting a voice to those moments in our love lives when everything goes bloody pear-shaped.”
I’m sitting in Father’s Office in Melbourne drinking a vodka, lime and soda waiting for a friend to arrive. She is seeing My Fair Lady at the Regent and is running late. While I wait my mind starts to wander, I sip my vodka, look at the view of the State Libray of Victoria and ponder the fate of the great Australian musical…
Imagine if Formula One driver Jack Bradham or cricketer Sir Donald Bradman were gay? Would they be legends?
