sit up fed up low down go ‘round
down to the bar at the place I’m at
sitting’ drinking’ superficially thinkin’
about the ris’d out blond on my left
and then I said hi! like a spider to a fly
remembering what my little girl said
she was coming flirty
she look’d about thirty
I would have run away, I I was on my own
- absolut sydney, bondi beach rd, pub-lic chic hotel sleepy by day good karma by night
front> public bar back> bistro (fast) garden
top/\ lounge music selections regis room/\ restaurant lounge
food for memories
This weekend was the weekend dedicated to memories. Catching up with born again friends from childhood such as Taylor and czeching out the old sceneries gives a new meaning to retro scent of suntan lotion, tar perspiring diesel-petrol, tiny invisible curtain of sea flakes and seagul’s fluro droppings. Indeed, invading Bronte and Bondi area is one sure-fire way of making Alex and Gabbie to recall the parts of summer that mattered during their childhood years of the entire 1990s.
Ach, Reverend Jim Whild and Greg Job were inclined to spread the word about McKell, Bellevue Hill and the Centenial Parks being the triangle of our clayton backyard. Back then, we were carless and we could ignore those 1 hour parking $3 - $4 signs ...
Living in the appartment block forced us to plan our school holidays outdoors among the cyclone of Australian summer fashion. I spare you the details and painful visuals of father and two sunburnt daughters walking for two hours to reach their beachish destination.
Woof, Woof! We treated ourselves to the most remote and laziest places in the Sydneysider’s world. Who can forget the stray siestas and the hungry mouths to feed? Sweet sounding accessories - are we there yet - sticky hands of gelatto, smiling colours of utopia in our eyes, and a range of board games appealed to the memory making senses: the touch, the taste, the sound, and the most memorable of all scents. Only in Australia one can comes across soft hearted rangers who would close their eyes to our bondi blue tent along the shark spots on the harbour from Nielson Park to ocean green Bronti.
Altogether the childhood memories come to us as hilariously crazy with their Tatranka proportions exaggerated to points that only seem possible in dreams ... The best people watching beaches in the world, filled with snobbery and humility, are in Sydney. But the beauty of our summer recollections is that with enough people watching and bohemian storytelling in one long walk, to inspire a Czechoslovak army, the recovered time has made our world of make-believe real for us.
There seems to live a sense of fun in playing to be gypsies on the real life beach stage and that sense pushes you to invent stories and dancing steps no one has ever thought of ... The fairy tale clouds drew Cindarellas (Sydneyrellas) while the political clouds painted white man policy called Snow white. The sandstones and the rocks of Sydney are peppered with faces of Ned Kelly especially around the Gap area. If you look hard enough you will see also Robin Hood in cracks of cement footpaths at Tamarrama. Juraj Janosik look-alike with a long pony-tail served behind the bar of the old Iceberg club. The girls remembered many little details from the past even I have forgotten ... Long live kindegarden and school holiday memories!
You have a much better life if you have less material people around you but people who dare to share their imagination (smile)
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